If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
~Billy Collins “Today”
This is the kind of morning that begs to be admired from dawn’s first moment: everything emerges from the fog so sharp and vivid bathed in golden light.
It takes away my breath at the same time as it delivers it deep within me.
How can I spring others free as I now have been sprung?