Poetry Friday Perhaps

My one little word/thought/phrase for this year was a sense of expectation that something new, some kind of change was in the air. It seems to be the case. And while new exciting changes can be wonderful, they also come with challenges. 

This poem from E.E. Cummings captures my mood as spring steadily approaches. 

Spring is like a perhaps hand

by E. E. Cummings

          III

Spring is like a perhaps hand

(which comes carefully

out of Nowhere)arranging

a window,into which people look(while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange

thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

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Kara hosts the Roundup at Rogue Anthropologist today.