|Photo thanks to FreeImages.|
Because it's spring.
Because Atticus will soon be home for the summer.
(I can almost taste his cooking.)
Because we are all in need of a break.
Because Billy Collins is Billy Collins.
by Billy Collins
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,
(Read the whole thing here, at the Poetry Foundation.)
Margaret has the round up at Reflections on the Teche.