Easter Evening

Just a Poem


Wet new leaves hanging in the lamps light
Shining white
Like icicles from yester-season.
Dogwood bloom in the foreground
Remind me its not winter
Any more.
The tip tap of the Spring rain on the window,

Its past...it says.
Its over...it rephrases.
Its gone...it relays.
The new has begun.

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