Harvey S. Mozolak
the coming of it is not like
the warmth
or the green stab from the soil
that says with a thick tubular thrust
spring
the winter stuffed north
by a battering series of storms
shutters then un-nailed
it is placed tenderly
like emptied eggs dyed with colors
set to blaze amid the black
among the stones
of silence and the unmoving ages
for many but not all
the Sunday after the Paschal full moon
following the northern hemisphere’s vernal equinox
a day between March 22 and April 25th
eternity our end
and out began
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