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.

~ By Billy Collins Shared at our March 2022 Online meeting by Midge Ault

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