It’s tax day, but fortunately we’ve got ours done. Hopefully y’all have as well. Don’t want the taxman coming after you!

Since I don’t have to worry about taxes, it’s a perfect day for a poem:

“This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.”
– D. H. Lawrence, The Enkindled Spring

Hat tip: egreenway.com