The Sun Rises At Eastertime (Scene From A Train) Poem by Christopher McInnes

Drunk with the loveliness of the sunny haze,
lopes the hare on the wheatstrewn field,
eyes blazing with the light of nature’s joy,
the morning sunbeams playing tenderly
on its dewbespeckled coat.

And the timid willows, toes a-dancing in the whispering stream,
wave their rustling tresses
as the soft caressing breeze
plies them with kisses.

While the buoyant sun laughs, laughs aloud,
as it bathes God’s creatures in the warmth that gave them life,
illuminating each dark crevice of sombreness,
warming shivering naked flowerbuds,

shaking the shadowscales from winterfrozen pineleaves,
melt-shooing the hateful ice away, away,
painting the lurking shadows burnt, dappled yellow
and roaring with goodly humour

as the plunging blacknesses of grief
explode into scintillating treble bursts
of sky-saluting happiness.