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Friday, April 12, 2019

Happy Easter Anyway!



I’ve heard stories about how the crocus flower peeps through the snow.
Daffodil bulbs with an innate desire to grow.
Tulips that thrived in the cold,
withering when shipped to be sold.
Fiona spots one of our tulips
This one has blown away.
I’ve read Eliot’s poem about April being cruel,
especially noting the price of fuel.
I see the icy highways on the news,
wild seas and the unpleasant cruise.
Watched our petals take to the sky,
like butterflies waving a brief goodbye.
Though things seem bleak,
the way many speak,
we cannot mope.
We must understand this visual depiction of hope.
The promising end to winter storms,
as a time to be reborn.
Easter-time.




12 comments:

  1. Lovely poetry. Fiona makes good company.

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    1. Thanks William. She's a funny girl and full of heartwarming mischief that makes us smile.

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  2. awwwwwwww wonderful poem and lovely Fiona. Where is Pinky ?

    cheers, parsnip

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  3. Pinky wasn't impressed with the tulips. Lol

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  4. Lovely words, but to me Easter is resurrecction and the promise of eternal life. Yes, I Tweeted.

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    1. Yes, our celebration of the resurrection begins with our fresh, yearly renewal. It's as if God wants us to do a spring cleaning of our souls. Thanks for stopping by Mari.

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    1. Yes, but I've heard it's still a bit cold where you're at. Hope it warms up soon!

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    2. It's been warmish--just not tonight!

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    3. Glad it's thawing out!Happy Easter Mark!

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