I’ve been at a writer’s retreat all week, so I thought it’d be nice to pass on this wonderful poem by E.E. Cummings, just in time for spring: Sweet Springs is Your Time by E.Cummings sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in the very spirits singing in are winging in the blossoming) lovers …
