April 19, 2019

early morning choir twitters and chirps

from deep inside bushes and trees

accompanied by low, long tones

wheels turning against the pavement.

hidden sun brightens the sky

somewhere behind layers of grey mist

softly darkening Norway maple branches

starkly naked springtime trees.

I made no special plans for today

no Easter bouquet or new lavender dress

Instead, I recline on soft pillows

write on journal pages.

I listen and watch.

A dark opening of a hillside tomb

dances through my thoughts

somewhere in the Eastern world

old dreams continue.

I ponder the meaning of this

Resurrection morning.

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Written 1990. Revised 2019.

First Published~

“Now…we are three: Four Pennsylvania Poets” Chapbook. 2000.

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Lynda McKinney Lambert – American Artist & Author