Waving Easter In


Plants decked out in white

Wearing hopeful hearts on sleeves

Waving Easter in

You’ll Be Ready

When clouds hailed hurt,

your harmed and crippled bloom

retired into itself,

nursing its grudges;

now snow piles on icy insult

and forces heart’s hibernation.

But beneath the soil,

where only worms are witnesses,

Roots reach needy fingers deep into


when life smiles again,

you’ll be ready.