Awaiting Easter

 

 

 

 

 

Awaiting Easter

Bare twisted tree branches,

Like connections of

crossings paths of our minds,

leading to memories once

thought dead.

Better than dead they seem,

Listless and lifeless they stand,

from winter's sleeping season.

But Spring is slowly seeping in,

And the bleakness

gives birth to Easter joy.

We too, stand perched

on the edge of the Wind

buffeted often by our own pride.

We await the freshness of the

New Season

The walk with YOU

in the Spring of the

Easter Day.
FV