Posted by: Peadar Ban | March 29, 2009

Soft April Enters

In no time at all the ground is cleared of snow
And long dead fallen leaves exposed, blown
Down the hill into deeper woods to grow
Silence in slim light where young deer nervous roam.

Soft April enters at hilltop, alone
Of all months in labor (at least here).
Gentle settling life on misty dawn
While infant blossoms waken shy and near.

One springs eternal now who died
Pregnant with salvation’s fruitful light
Sweet liquor streaming from his side,
Fragrant grace incarnadine.


  1. Thank you

    • You are very welcome, Jane.


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