The Publisher

A collection of spring poems   flowered  by some of the greatest word artists. Accompanied by images with wise words to bring spring forward to our minds:  blooming optimism, renewal, inspiration and beauty. Spring by William Blake  Sound the flute! Now it’s mute. Birds delight Day and night; Nightingale In the dale, Lark in sky, Merrily, Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. Little boy, Full of joy; Little girl, Sweet and small; Cock does crow, So do you; Merry voice, Infant noise, Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. Little lamb, Here I am; Come and lick My white neck; Let me pull Your soft wool; Let me kiss Your soft face; Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year . SPRING by  BY  GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –              When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;              Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush           Through the echoing timb

It occurred to me tonight, as we spring forward, that there are so many images and quotes that can inspire me.  Likely anyone for that matter. Whether you be an insomniac like I can be so many times, or an early riser in other parts, one can enjoy peaceful solitude or united solidarity with talented people of the world, from around the world. It should be impossible to feel lonely in this brave new world, where just about anything we do, is centered on a computer or television screens.  Our jobs, our entertainment, our creativity, our memories. Like so many others, life is in control.  It sometimes leaves gaps on the online world when you become enveloped with warmth from real life events, family, friends.   More often, you are in survival mode in the outside world:  juggling jobs, finances, commitments, obligations, taxes, crises, pushing dreams and goals to the bottom of the pressure broil of keeping things together, whether mentally exhausted or morale challenged.

Blow your horn. If nobody hears it.  No harm no foul. If somebody hears it and likes the beat of the drum. I figure nobody reads much unless renowned.  Then the thump of nations echo through all sounds.  So why not be engaged in laughter? From a giggle to a snort.  A way to evade the real world full of evil and dismay. If one can poke fun at oneself regardless of one's name. That is the gift of optimism. For the greater good. Join in music, hum along with heart. Who cares if anyone listens. You are becoming one with your heart that echoes within your soul. Do what YOU love. Regardless of acclaim. You do it because YOU love it. It doesn't need any fame. The glue that sticks us all together is filled with optimism and hope. Drowning out the empty noise  of anything of fame or violence or corruption. If we heed only the automatic reaction to the reflection of others grief. We are desperately trying to get relief from sorrow, heartache, despo