Poem of the Week

In honor of our brand-new spring season, I've chosen the poem "Spring is like a perhaps hand" by e. e. cummings as our poem of the week. When I read this poem, I think about the delicateness of new life pushing up through the ground. Every year, I worry about my early-blooming daffodils, but year year they survive and thrive despite the chaos of early spring weather. I guess I should have more faith!

Here's our Poem of the Week: