Awaiting Easter
Bare twisted tree branches,
Like connections of
crossings paths of our minds,
leading to memories once
thought dead.
Better than dead they seem,
Listless and lifeless they stand,
from winter's sleeping season.
But Spring is slowly seeping in,
And the bleakness
gives birth to Easter joy.
We too, stand perched
on the edge of the Wind
buffeted often by our own pride.
We await the freshness of the
New Season
The walk with YOU
in the Spring of the
Easter Day.
FV
FV
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