Mud-luscious -- what a remarkable and original word from this perfect spring poem by e.e. cummings. Maybe your teacher read it to you in school some time in the past; I think it's a popular poem for classroom use. But it's also a powerful poem, and when poets make up words like mud-luscious you don't forget them.
As I walked around a woodland trail the other day, squelching into the mud puddles and crunching through stretches where snow hadn't yet melted, I kept thinking "mud-luscious." The photos here are my effort to capture the early-spring feel of this walk, especially the bluebirds that were perching in one part of the woods, and the shoots coming up in the mud by the stream.
Luscious is a food word, though I don't use it often or see it in other people's food descriptions. I'll have it in mind, though, for the next time I taste a deeply sweet and satisfying dessert or a flavorful bowl of luscious soup. But for now, I have paths in the woods that are mud-luscious.
That's my word for Wordy Wednesday! Thank you, e.e. cummings. And thank you, Poetry Foundation, for the text of this poem, which I remember from long ago.