Easter Seasons Poems

Come to me in April
  when the chill of March winds have died
  and the flowers that struggle to bloom
  now find...

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An Anthem of Spring
 Evelyn Pearl Anderson

The third month of the year
Visions of snow leaving
Green colors coming on trees;
Springtime begins blooming

Giving meaning to the word...

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The atmosphere’s changing again and again
With each moment comes a different season
What I know now is unlike what I knew then 
And all of them...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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A real disgrace to the sacred season,
Could someone give me a reason?
Why is all I see eggs in pastel?
Baskets, candy, bunnies, as well.

Jesus made the...

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Just for you
Easter Bunny I drew
Lovely multi-colored
Laughing faces, one after another
Yellow sun with orange rays

Blue, red and green stage
Every color of the spectrum seen
And my...

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There is always something to write about
I don’t know what you are talking about
There is always something to write about
So take out your pen and...

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When Winter's grip eases
Spring sends tepid breezes,
but water still freezes
and snows renew.

On hearing birds singing
and Easter bells ringing,
icicles stopped clinging;
Winter withdrew.

A snowman melts away
confronting its...

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Quiet please dulcet winter’s wind clatter
Let sun shine, snows melt to lace, crocus be.
No howls, blinding blizzards, hail shatter,
Let land seep water and lake birds...

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As spring arrives on a full moonlit night
A change in time has already occurred
They take away an hour giving us a later night
Next month we...

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quietly spring lies dormant under snow
tuning its quiescent kaleidoscope
hatching dancing dreams of vivid color
asleep underneath winter's white duvet

mute on standby eager for the signal
sun tickles...

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Winter Willow
4/24/2018

Today, I observe naked limbs, on a bud-less willow tree, 
But soon a promise of spring which is God’s guarantee;
In the faintest frigid breeze...

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The winter has in store a vast supply
        of church cantatas, Christmas gifts, and joy;
   ...

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The arrival of spring is a double delight,
Both a welcome revival and winter's good night.
It's a frigid departure, emotional lift,
And a planet refurbished, and God-given...

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Each Wednesday evening, we eat soup and bread.
A simple meal like one our Savior ate,
Supping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
Taking the food to meet...

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