Author: Lisa La Grange

From a tanzanite sky, festooned with opal clouds,
Spring gazes upon her verdant banquet.

She ties ribbons around the stems
of gathered conversations;

She hears the wind,
moaning a low song,
as she walks between light and darkness,

When Jesus comes
the raging darkness starts to fade.

The crow looks circumspectly through the rain with ebon eyes,

They walk beneath the waning sun
while smoke is rising in the air.

An iridescent wonderland unfurls,
where unicorns with gleaming horns like pearls,

The street on which I walk to work each day,
is lined with trees I pass along the way;

The blush of spring is surging
through shrouds of crystal white,