Easter 2007

Easter was colder this year than Easter should be. A late frost killed off new flowers and shoots. Of course the children didn't mind with eggs to be found and candy to be eaten. . .






But I am ready for the spring, ready for the shining of trees.

The ears stung with cold
sun and frost of dawn
in early April, comes

the song of winter finches,
their crimson bright, then
dark as they move into

and then against the light.
May the year warm them
soon. May they soon go

north with their singing
and the season follow.
May the bare sticks soon

live, and our minds go free
of the ground
into the shining of trees.

—Wendell Berry ("The Finches")