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April drips - 15

Trees in the water Are feet of the world, Branches curling To tree-sons and daughters. They’re praying we’ll save them Redeem human treason And live.

April drips - 14

I’m a leaf stirring on the edge of the lawn I’m a flower straining for light I’m wild, I’m free I’m dandelion-seeding Kitten in flight.

April drips - 13

A daffodil once smiled at me Desiring to be wild and free I clipped his wings While bees did sing Now dandelions seed his green.

April drips - 12

Yellow daffodil, green grass, Be careful, let the lawnmower pass, By yellow, shining, bright delight. My daffodil, green leafed Is yellow breeding Silver dandelion seeds.

April drips - 11

A poet decides the verbiage, writes Sweet mysteries to the page, so why Do words decide against this flight Of wimsy, rage deriding Poetic decision?

April drips - 10

April showers bring May flowers, or so I’m told they should, But daffodils are drowning, sunk in April’s glorious mud; Would flower if they could.

April drips - 9 - Easter Monday

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Why do I choose belief each day In this mysterious truth? I’ve tried but can’t explain away His absence from the tomb. My Savior lives

April drips - 8 - Easter Sunday

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Soldiers are good at knowing when people are dead. Guards are good at watching them. But God returns Him living and forgiving. Glory to God.

April drips - 7 - Holy Saturday

We left the church in silence, altar bare, no flowers or candles there. We shouted Crucify , once sang Hosannah to his name. Then resurrection came.