Poetry Sunday

I’ve always liked this one — perhaps for personal reasons: it could be my oldest Cavalier’s theme song. She firmly believes the world is perfect. I mean, *her* world is pretty perfect. Except when I take some other dogs out and leave her at home, but today is her day to go to the park, so, you know, all’s right with the world.

Plus, it’s appropriate for the season.

The Year’s at the Spring

The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven —
All’s right with the world!

— from Pippa Passes, by Robert Browning

I hear it snowed Chicago yesterday. Nope, not here. Here’s it’s a beautiful spring.

Time to go to the park!


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