in-between time

Dusk lingers on this early Spring evening

before Easter vigil begins,

the time in-between life and death

and life again.

I cover the tender lettuces again

to save them from certain death.

Life is that way, isnt it?

A cycle of little deaths, after life, after death

and then the sun shines again

and we all raise our arms to the sky

giving thanks for today

before the in-between time

begins again.

Eastertide on the Ridge

Eastertide on the Ridge

The passion of spring awakes
with the blooming of the serviceberry,
first blooms for the early spring graves.
The rocky paths are soon strewn,
not with palm fronds,
but the blown blossoms of redbuds,
a confetti of papery pinks and faded roses.
Earth’s resurrection promise
is finally in full view
as the dogwoods bring forth their flowers,
decorating the hillsides
in Christ’s wounds.

He is Risen
He is Risen, Indeed!
Happy Easter!

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