As spring comes

As spring comes, and the geese fly over us, and the red-winged blackbirds return, I feel a huge sense of relief, watching life return to us in central New York. I am somehow reminded of a poem I first heard a friend recite several years ago--the feeling is encapsulated in the last lines.

The Orange

by Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange— The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I got a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over.  I love you. I'm glad I exist.