EASTER SUNDAY

Easter Sunday. Snow and wind

A bright sky with gray clouds

The sun peeks out on occasion.

This makes us happy but doesn’t

Put us in the mood to sing

In your Easter Bonnet, but

We accept what we have

Received. We are not special

And do not deserve to have

Everything go our way. I like

Easter bonnets. They remind

Me of England, where hats

Are worn in a magnificent way

For any and all occasions.

Traditions change from time to time

And still, we always have something to

Hold on to. There will be a day

When none of this matters but

There will be something new to

Hang on to. We are not fickle

It is just the way it is.

Stanski

March 24, 2024, ^