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Sunday, April 24, 2011

April dribbles - 24

Gray as winter’s wood and dark
Damp as clouds of spring
Lost as heaven’s whispered spark
Birds of mourning sing.

Bright as sunlight on the door
Of summer’s opened tomb
Cross of night arises more
Than wondrous; dies the gloom.

Easter dawns. May heaven shower
This broken world with flowers.

Find more Easter poems (including one by me) on Kimberly Blackadar's Poetry for Easter page.

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