an ee cummings kind of day!

there is a particular kind of day, all blue sky and bright sun and verdant green, that always makes me want to yell my favourite ee cummings poem out to the world. the kind of day that makes me happy to be alive, and sort of wonderous that so much beauty exists and that i live in it. awesome!

(imagine me shouting this out, as i dance along the leith under otago's own leaping greenly spirits of trees...)


i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any -- lifted from the no
of all nothing -- human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake
and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)