On Easter

On Easter, a day

thousands of years old,

traditions have changed

but the story’s retold.

 

From Eastern festivals

to Christian new life,

to bunnies and baskets

and fields with eggs rife.

 

A springtime fête

the flowers in bloom.

Anticipating Easter,

We endure winter’s gloom.

 

The retailers scheme 

Bright colors, eye-catching.

New dresses and hats!

The ladies look fetching.

 

Sunday morning church—

dogwoods and crosses—

Simple-sweet sermons,

Hope for life’s losses

 

Smile for pictures:

Look cute, maybe flirty!

Then change from new clothes

lest they get dirty.

 

Families, gather!

The food is prepared.

Eggs are hard-boiled,

Bountiful feasts shared.

 

Now, out-of-doors!

Parents, get ready!

Eggs, hidden away—

skilled hunters are heady.

 

Easter to summer,

the heat comes and goes.

A whole year passes

Before one even knows.

 

It is time again:

Cut grass, plant flowers—bright, bold!

From last year find un-found

Eggs, full of rot and mold.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Annette M Velasquez

You've an innovative, refreshing style that is different from the mundane, carbon- copy poetry so often encountered. The imagery is beautiful, the language vivid and the rhyming not sing- songy. I like the flow of this poem, the message and vividness.

CallieSusanna

Thanks so much! I appreciate both you reading it as well as your kind words!

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