I wrote this poem a year or two back but apart from the fact that this Easter day there is sunshine, the sentiments hold true….
Snow on Easter Day
Snow on Easter Day:
Wet white feathers
Falling ceaselessly,
Vanishing into sodden earth;
Silent whispers of air
As each flake passes.
Fragrance surrounds me,
Orange blossom and musk.
The taste of bread and wine
Linger on my lips,
An odour of sanctity
A feeling of peace
Pervades the house
As we prepare lunch.
Ghosts of Easters past
Haunt but do not hurt us.
Today, we begin anew.
