47. the Light returns

The light has returned,

suddenly, day is special

and the breath of wind

is excited.

Shadows steal away

in defeat

and hide behind

all things,

their carrion addiction

unsatisfied.

The smell of dawn,

no longer tainted by death,

carries the incense of presence.

It is Easter,

as the rooster crows,

waking the world

and all things are new.