Sunday, April 05, 2015

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
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.

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