April Easter

I waited expectantly for Spring,
I thought I saw it rounding
The corner of March to sing
An April Easter hymn of praise.

Magnolia blooms peaking from barky bunkers
And Daffodil patches of trumpet heads were raised.
But paradise portendings and painted
Skies of azure brilliance were wanting,
With foggy afternoons of glum and tainted
Mornings of frost, knifing at unbundled backs.
But so is Spring, at least of my earth,
Neurotic and New England fickle, cracks
Our perking senses poised for beauty. . .
But, ah! Beauty there is, still clothed in gray,
Bleeding and drooped beneath the moody
Clouds, shrieking: “It is finished!”
And howling winds give way
To silence with sudden change diminished.

I waited expectantly for Spring,
I thought I saw it rounding
The corner of March to sing
An April Easter hymn of praise.
I did see it,
And I wait.

3 thoughts on “April Easter

  1. Neurotic and New England fickle … good one.
    Nice poem- I always admire people who attempt poetry and admire even more those who actually pull it off!

    And it’s still Easter so many blessings to you all.

  2. can you please send me to the link you posted years back on Mary as a warrior? I think you saw the image in a church in Europe, sorry for being unclear, as I stated, it was a while back.
    Thank you, hoping this is not clear as mud:)
    Ave Maria!

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