Without breaking anything

 Temperatures reached 60 and the fierce wind died down.  Felt like Spring today.

Artist: Teresa Tanner

I love this poem by ee cummings.  Posting it here, even though he didn't use capitals.

Spring is like a perhaps hand

E. E. Cummings - 1894-1962

          III

Spring is like a perhaps hand

(which comes carefully

out of Nowhere)arranging

a window,into which people look(while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange

thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

(carefully to

and fro moving New and

Old things,while

people stare carefully

moving a perhaps

fraction of flower here placing

an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

Artist: David Alderslade