Pastel

by John S

Poetry challenge: Easter poem.
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In springtime, when our love was young
as children frolicking, run ’round and sung
wearing orchid dresses or mallow

neckties – to romp in damp grasses
in Crayola sunlight.

Late winter of another year
in charcoal black and sinister
veneers of burgundy and brown- our hopes
and passions tread into ground.
And lasting what seems of a full bitter night,
unanswered prayers of a hopeless plight.

Come morning, then, in the orange dawn
a windless chill – almost gone.
An Easter vigil, impassioned rites
borne of blood-red, silver, black and white,
returns a prize bought with a cost-
hope eternal once thought lost.

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