Spring makes us ponder the beauty and mystery of nature, particularly flowers. And who better to muse on the meaning of color and form bursting into new life than a gifted poet like e.e. cummings?
in time of daffodils
in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)
in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me
-- e.e. cummings
Reading this made me think of a Teleflora bouquet called Love Letter Roses. Just right to welcome sunny days and a little romance, yes? ;)
