Saturday, November 30, 2013

Today




Today

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

Billy Collins
Aimless Love: New and Selected Poems

Today is technically the last day of Spring in Melbourne. But the truth is, it doesn't feel like we really had a Spring. The weather was cruddy, cold and windy. There were few blossoms. Somehow this didn't mean we avoided hayfever and asthma.

But reading this poem seemed to make up for all that. It also encapsulates beautifully how I feel about Reverb13, which is kicking off tomorrow. So much to look forward to! See you upon the morrow. x


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