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.
Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking 
Great poem Viv… I could feel the peace and tranquility with each word I read.
“Ghosts of Easters past
Haunt but do not hurt us.”
I wish all of our memories from our past could be as pleasant as this; remembered but not wounding.
Happy Easter 🙂
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Thank you Lua.
The context to this poem is that for many years my husband was a parish priest in English country parishes until just over 3 years ago when a combination of circumstances beyond his control obliged him to resign his parishes and find secular work(which is what brought us here) I never enjoyed being a clergy wife, and found it very hard to cope with, especially the expectations of my attending public worship. He’s still a priest and the last 3 years have been a long sabbatical, outside the walls of the church of England, finding a better way to be. We have celebrated festivals at home such as Easter, and Christmas.
xx
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Thank you Viv. The poem is beautiful. The images were captivating and I could feel the moment through your evocative words ( e.g., the flakes and the fragrance).
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Thank you Anton!
Blessings for you this Easter!
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A beautiful poem and very much in tune with my mood at the moment.
Thanks for sharing it.
XXX
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It’s a pleasure!
xx
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Beautiful poem:)
The last line in your poem is the mantra of my life.
“Today, we begin anew.”
-Shafali
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I tend to start each day that way, even when like today I fall out of bed compaining!
thank you!
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