Poem for Easter
Sing, World, Sing!
Now in chilly places
Where the snow had been,
Wood and field and hollow,
Easter flowers begin.
Now a bud is opened,
Now a leaft uncurled;
Spring is in the sweet wind
Walking down the world.
Snowdrops in the garden,
Violets on the hills,
Cowslips in the meadow,
Dancing daffodils
Seem to lift their faces,
Softly whispering,
“Easter’s nearly here, now—
Sing, world, sing!”
—Nancy Byrd Turner
I’ve rediscovered a book of poetry that I’ve had in my possession for … well, decades. It used to belong to my mother, meaning that at some point I stole it away into my pink-and-blue bedroom, probably to read by flashlight at night. It’s full of wonderful poems about animals, seasons, fairies, lullabies, and childhood adventures.
