Easter Fields Poem by C.A. Morrow

April showers sprinkle the new life
As the shepard smiles down at the lamb
Upon the recent hills of winter strife
The daffodils around the old ruins cram

Down in the meadow the clover is green
As the foal runs free of its mother
Fresher is the water in the stream
As the birds their voices rediscover

The trees newly budded sway with ease
As the north wind gives way to west
The watery sun seeps through the leaves
Yes, Easter is the air that enters my chest

Faded are my thoughts of winter gloom
The bleak days are surely far behind
Wordsworth would never allow any room
To dismantle this resurrection of the mind