I rise from slumber, the sun shines
It’s after eight, but no one minds;
On Easter Monday no bells chime,
Another whole day to call mine!
We long for peace but wars pervade …
More young souls find early grave;
In dire straits indeed (no pun);
The price of gas shocks everyone!
Yet, Easter means a well-earned break
Watch sales of
choc eggs escalate!
Here, Nature’s coat has verdant sheen;
For those well-heeled – a change of scene…
In woodlands nearby, bursts of song
Brave birds - for winter has been long;
They herald brighter, hope-filled days;
Their upbeat tempo my soul sways …
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
Yessssssss
ReplyDeleteSuperbe ! Bravo ! :-)
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