Easter. First comes Good Friday, a day of darkness and pain.
Then comes Easter: the time of new life, daffodils, baby chicks, rabbits,
when the sun is brighter, the grass greener. We rejoice
in all things new, the promise of change, transformation ..
those who feel
the song
of the mountains
touch the growth
of arbutus
those who walk
ocean-side
under sunrise
hear the psalm
of the earth
and are lifted
on wings of light
A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan
I enjoyed your tribute to the psalm of the earth – long may its power keep us lifted on wings of light. Your work is deceptively easy to the casual glance but I know it takes work to achieve such ease. Thanks, Joanna.
Many thanks indeed, Jill.