Snow on Easter Day

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.