Springtime Reflections by Robert Wynne © 2003 Driving into work today, the brilliant blues and greens of spring in the south made me think about poetry made me think about how lucky we are that so few words can touch us so deeply how lucky we are that so much can be said in a few short lines of images and allusion but most importantly how lucky we are when the sands of time shift that the poetry we wrote as teenagers in a spiral bound notebook when we should have been studying quadratic equations has long since gone missing and is unlikely to be found again