the first crocus of Spring
fighting off the shackles of frost.
A melody of the divine
incense of love in clear skies
the promise of life
to naked trees.
These are days of sprinkled redemption
these quiet days
before the gusted shouts and blustered demands
of Easter.
These are days of clarity
as events conspire
to darken the skies
and close the eyes
of a God losing a child
and mankind gaining a God.
The tree of life will drip with fleshy leaf
and the fruited red of spilling.
3 comments:
Beautiful!
God Bless,
Scotti
Beautifully written.. I couldn't tell you how many times I sat and read and re read this poem..and the photo is so filled with colour..
lovely Keith
His blessings to you
donna
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