April 20th. A late Spring? Saw my first dandelion two days ago and the first honeybees humming on the Nanking cherry, on a small section of what used to be a prosperous shrub. The lilacs are growing leaves. The roses just broke dormancy. The robins are fat. Other than that, the trees of Fort Collins are holding back. Perhaps the crab trees are only teasing us with emerging fingers of green and purple.
Here is a poem for Poetry Month, a favorite from college days:
SPRING IS LIKE A PERHAPS HAND
by E. E. Cummings (1894-1962)
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
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
The Eclectic Reader 