Poetry Sunday: Today by Billy Collins

Spring may not have quite officially sprung yet but it always arrives a bit early in these parts, and so it has again this year. And already we enjoy the perfect days so well described by Billy Collins in his poem. Our springs are brief, soon to be spoiled by summer's oppressive heat, but while they last, these days are glorious!


by Billy Collins

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 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.


  1. I think someone already smashed the snow cone yesterday. The snowflakes were floating free!

  2. I agree with David; the snowflakes are swirling here in the ice cold wind as I type this comment. But, yes, I know exactly what the kind of day in the poem is like, and I can't wait for its steady appearance.

  3. Oh my! I have never heard this one---I love it!

  4. Wonderful poem. I'd like to be released from the snow-covered cottage soon! Billy Collins is a gem.


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