I came upon this nostalgic poem that is great for the changing season and shorter days. This poem reminds me of my kid’s curious eyes and wide smile when they gaze upon nature’s marvels, like finding a hermit crab perched on a rock, discovering a strange-shaped leaf, or seeing squirrels dart across the yard. It seems bland after so many seasons, but to children, it’s interesting, novel, and amusing. I hope to help them preserve that outlook and hold onto mine, whatever is left of it, as long as I can.
Days of Innocence
who are you,little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high
window; at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling: that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)
– E. E. Cummings


Lovely! Thanks for sharing!
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So happy you enjoyed the poem! Thank you for commenting and for you always kind feedback.
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You’re utmost welcome, my friend. 😄
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Very heart touching ❤️
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Thank you!
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very heart touching ❤️💓
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I’m glad you found it heart warming! E. E. Cummings has some amazing poems.
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