A Memory of the First Sunday In April

Day lilies assorted and bright With flox flowers purple and white Crisscrossed expanses of soft green lawn Thus was my first April day born Palm branches the worshippers brought Lining staircases and streets As they ought; Red Cardinals, Florida grass, hydrangeas, lavender Scenting the air, aurelia and ferns; violas and shrubs Daisies yellow and deep purple hues Flowers abounding through maiden grass white Doves and holy wells, seekers of light. Steeples and places, Seats of gold – Vestries in ancient wood Respected of old Stained glass windows Altars and naves – Bright with daffodils Poppies and haze From fine water sprinklers Fronting white towered cathedrals Or plain wooden benches and Methodist places Scurrying Baptists, hiding the faces With cloths and white linens Of embroidered laces Peonies pink, And look there fellow – Lenten roses in mixes, White, green and yellow. Tennis courts and fancy fountains Ornamental grasses And pampas white These colors, and flowers and other signs say: “It’s the beginning of Holy Week Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord It’s Him whom we seek.”`