I recently did a painting based on a poem about spring that my Dad used to recite to me sometimes, but the painting failed to live up to the ethereal poem, so here is just the poem for you…

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it’s
spring
and the goat-footed

balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

-e.e. cummings