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Easter, 2017
Don Hynes
On April 16, 2017
I slowly wake in winter’s cave,
body stiff and sore.
In the still grey skies
trees bulge with sap,
their flowers opening,
the earth of another year
pressing out into the visible.
I drift back to sleep,
doze in the soft dark
as rivers fall
with the joy of ice.
The deep blanket
is pulled back by the sun
and the green land breathes.
Song birds are out
along the swollen rivers,
creatures pad through snowmelt.
It’s time to arise
and join the flush of spring.
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