If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

 

that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house

 

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage, indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

 

a day when the cool brick paths and the green garden bursting with peonies

 

seemed so etched in sunlight that you felt like taking

 

a hammer to the glass paperweight on the living room end table,

 

releasing the inhabitants from their snow-covered cottage

 

so they could walk out, holding hands and squinting

 

into this larger dome of blue and white, well, today is just that kind of day.

 

 

Source: Poetry Foundation