Sleeping
osier shoots
burst forth with camomile,
as early Spring mornings manage
a smile.
Easter
Springtime
daylight unfolds
those soft mist, mild days of
blue-bell haze, growing wild beneath
God's gaze.
Birdsong
Quiet
greets the Spring morn,
until a shaft of light
diffuses night into a dawn
chorus.
Good Friday
Blossom
on pavements die,
as petals from a tree,
a death recalled, just once a year—
maybe?
A Spring
Day Testimony
Across
the vale, voices
in Easter day worship,
complemented a soul being
mended.