"merry flowers"

The daisies outside our front door put me in mind of one of my favorite e.e. cummings poems, provided below for your enjoyment. (It's also about long distances and far-away loved ones, so that seems apropos, too.)

your little voice
            Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
dizzy
    With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers
wee skipping high-heeled flames
courtesied before my eyes
                        or twinkling over to my side
Looked up
with impertinently exquisite faces
floating hands were laid upon me
I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing
up
Up
with the pale important
                      stars and the Humorous
                                            moon
dear girl
How i was crazy how i cried when i heard
                                       over time
and tide and death
leaping
Sweetly
      your voice

--e.e. cummings