holy week

snow melts

sun sings

music mists

paska wafting

daffodils yellow

grass uncovers

shadows obscure

candles lit

bread rough

cup red

hearts waken

aunts

hair falls in smiles framing faces

arms are tenderness

welcoming wonder

small baby

big love

head rests in crook

carefully cradling

oh the joy

of blanketed boy
held close

lenten psalm

it’s a reflection

of frosted branches in

glass-topped coffee table

random pattern of branches leading

to little offshoots

each tender twig trembling with

temporary crystals

brief beauty

‘cause the wind

sometimes carries a tuft away

so I look down

that is up 

into winter hanging on

Trane

always seems leaning                    forward

you walk the park path

daffodils blooming all around

those are my favourite he says

voice clean and clear

you ask why and he smiles

bending at the knee bending     over

to touch one

the yellow flower soft in his hand

I like the random order

the way they                     announce

the wonder of life the truth of spring

the delicate way that they look                                 ahead

he stands up black jacket

casual around his shoulders

and he looks at you

eyes holding  you

and you lean with him                   towards

the next turn in the path