I remember studying ee cummings’ poems in high school.  He always spoke to me more than Shakespeare and the great British romantics.

Partly it was the interesting fact he went all lower case with his name. Rebel!

But he also left these beautiful autumn leaves floating quietly to the earth, shimmering in the wind and light, compelling you to watch and wonder, and feel a little quiet bliss.

Have some bliss.

Chris Perley