Easter 2021

Passion Death Resurrection
Light and sympathy seep through the cracks
of this old house.

Outside the iris bloom,
the dandelions now gone white
await the next breeze to float away.

Beyond this vacuum of a year or more
Covid deaths daily mount
Those lost souls now spiral into space.

Yet, I live to see another spring; sing another song.
Memories, those awakened holograms dance around me,
make me smile again–and cry.

Joy realized in random moments!

© Gay Reiser Cannnon – 4/13/2021 * All Rights Reserved