light reaches branches
on old tall trees
Easter sunrise

Image: wpclipart
light reaches branches
on old tall trees
Easter sunrise
Image: wpclipart
EASTER DINNER
The background is red
Her hair has become silver
And her dress is rust.
Her smile these days is pure gold
And her eyes sparkle anew.
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I wrote this poem for my mother years ago, and it was published first in Time Of Singing. I took the photo of the small rose plant yesterday.