in
Spring comes (no-
one
asks his name)
a mender
of things
with eager fingers (with
patient
eyes)
renewing
remaking what
other-
wise we should
have thrown a-
way (and whose
brook
-bright flower-
soft bird
-quick voice loves
children
and sunlight and
mountains) in april (but
if he should Smile) comes
nobody'll know
-E.E. Cummings
This warm sun, the easy breezes, the budding trees, the birdsong, it all fills my soul with an inexpressible joy. I love the anticipation that comes in Spring, waiting for everything to burst into life, although my heart already has. Recently inspiration has been coming easier and happiness is found just by being outdoors among the Lord's abundantly beautiful creation.
On Sunday at my cousin's house I went outside with a few under the age of 13 and we sat in the green grass, swung on this beautiful swing and talked about Adventure Time and Hunger Games as the evening sun warmed our faces and I couldn't have wished for anything else.
P.S.- Listen to Phoenix's new album, Bankrupt. It's so good for the Springtime euphoria.
x
[first photo of me taken by my sister // pen sketch by me // all other photos taken by me]