Easter Warmth

I envisage wonders of past gone times , and winters chill
Innocence with painted eggs , over the steepest hill
Chocolate

With with’ring Spring’s arrival knowledge blooms
And August’s sunset casts a splendid haze
Beyond

In spring we are young
full of hopes and ideals;
innocent of all things
and dreaming of love.

Summer brings change,
family and

prettily papered walls
nooks and crannies line the hall
lawn lights standing silent sentry
benches sitting on cement demarcations

The Hands of Time

He is born.
Not knowing the meaning of anger, his hand forms a fist.
Unlined, unmarked by time,
the hand opens,