Easter
The Easter night sky
is set afire with the sun.
A brilliant glowing ball of light creamsickle orange
burning and pulsating
as it sets forth hues of color,
yellow gold with shades of amber,
while above a threatening dark
paints grainy purples and blues,
casting a wind north to east
and high above into the atmosphere.
Chilled Easter Sunday arrives
with dull, calm, early cold start to day
then warm, bright and sunny midday, noon
that overshadows tempest
twilight evening tide.
It is the aftermath of promises
made and given long ago
that demand persistence, love and dedication
of all followers and believers
in life everlasting
hopes and dreams of resurrection
by those imbibed with faith
in every celebrated reverence of
Easter Sunday.
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