celebrating Easter is
a message of hope
every year, snows of winter fade and
warmth of sunshine returns
Iowa’s bountiful fields begin the annual miracle
a reminder that the world continues
at its regular rhythm
farmers prepare to plant
kids play in fresh air and sunshine
grass rises…an emerald carpet
flowers decorate…live beauty
birds sing…beckon us outside
we are once again reminded
of the simple joys of life.
A poem “found” from phrases of an editorial in the April 3, 2021 issue of the N’west Iowa Review. Also known as a “blackout” poem because I used sharpie to black out all words of article NOT selected for poem.
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 07, 2021 @ 19:15:14
This time of the year is so amazing. Life is breathed and has now returned to this neck of the woods
Apr 08, 2021 @ 06:33:53
Yes, our robins are back!