
ON EASTER
It occurred to me
that an apt solution
might be to go sit
in a daffodil patch —
sink deep into the dirt,
commune with
the immortal blooms
that once grew
in Elysian fields,
become heaven myself,
rise to the occasion
or if not —
just return
again next year
hope a long sleep
yields sun
and sustenance.

Photo & Poem ©2022, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
3 replies on “#16 – On Easter”
Looks like I need to sit in a daffodil patch now. Pretty.
It seemed like such a brilliant idea!
nice…