Gateway with Feathers

ahh these three images are so pulsing with color, whimsy, sculpted presence...ahhh. red roses bright and sharp against emerald glowing darkness...

this gate which although tinily represented here, it is a wonderful image of walking into something magical. mmm...gateway with feathers.

this e.e. cummings poem--sort of lyrical and feathery..a line in the poem...."being like the rain"..that is a neat thought, and makes me think of Train singing Drops of Jupiter which is a wondrously alive song and also tinged with years ago visceral memories. ahhh. something about e.e. cummings poetry is so sensual and whimsical and weird in all the right ways. i would like someone new to pull from but for now...more of e.e. yes yes.

i have found what you are like

        e.e. cummings

i have found what you are like
the rain,

     (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                           with thinned

newfragile yellows

               lurch and.press

-in the woods
          which
               stutter
                      and

                         sing

And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
            your kiss