Up out of the cold, dead winter ground appears a Purple crocus delicate seemingly, unsure; yet blooming despite the cold air -- sovereign of the Equinox Stiff in the Spring breeze the sleeping dogwood's buds burst White surrounding blood Red fruit -- cold Death defied Like hallelujah trumpets, the White lilies sound forth; azaleas, hydrangeas, wild roses, pansies, crabapples, cherries all sing out!
©2001, John A. Mills
Published in The Magic of Easter; Poetry Today; Suzy Walton, ed.; ©2001.