This Is Just To Say

William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

I love this poem. And yes, it is a Summer poem. And yes, it is freezing outside. Colder than freezing, actually. But maybe, on a day like today, this is just what we need. A couple of words to remind us of fresh, cold fruits and warm, sticky mornings. A few sentiments that let us know that Spring isn’t quite so far away.