Just Because

Just because poetry month is over doesn't mean we have to forget or ignore it until next year.  And so, I present to you a succinct, sweet little poem.

who are you, little i

By E.E. Cummings 

who are you, little i

(five or six years old)

peering from some high

window; at the gold 

of november sunset 

(and feeling that: if day

has to become night

this is a beautiful way)