I wonder if we are more sensitive to the time of year when we are born. I am enchanted with the rain, sun, light. I enjoyed a rainbow yesterday, a low one, placed just right. Here is William Stafford:
Starting with Little Things
Love the earth like a mole,
fur-near. Nearsighted,
hold close the clods,
their fine-print headlines.
Pat them with soft hands --
Like spades, but pink and loving; they
break rock, nudge giants aside,
affable plow.
Fields are to touch;
each day nuzzle your way.
Tomorrow the world.
~ William Stafford ~
(The Way It Is)