Easter

Gold is the common currency of spring

Fortunes mass on every slope and common
But the noblest blue is coming
Cerulean edging form on bluebell tips
Sapphires to replace the dragons hoard
Shimmer beneath the ever climbing sun

Temperate winds stride greening hills

Shaking loose the cobwebs of winter
The new leafy suburbia of avian society
Makes of each bush and tree a nursery
And I am reborn by the warmth of days
In a thought never was Easter so blessed