Easter Poem by Diana Rosser

The vernal equinox has come.
Eostre, Goddess of the dawn
awakes due east this happy morn.
Dark days of biting cold are done.
Virgin shoots show; life has begun.
Church bells ring that hope is risen.
Winter's sins will be forgiven.
Easter, time of new beginning
is here.

Lovingly laid in secret places
many coloured ovals lie.
Some will spread their wings and fly,
whilst others pluck'd from their spaces
vanish into chocolate faces.
Golden trumpets everywhere
herald that spring is in the air,
and in the fields the mad march hare
boxes.