by Gifford Savage

The calm crooning of a collared dove
coo-COO-coo in the half-light,
welcomes the breaking dawn.
Geese in flying-v-formation whip the air,
urgently encouraging:
come on, come on, come on,
arrowing their way overhead
pressing on to their destination.
Soft yellow primroses gently shine,
sheltering low under the hedgerow,
the Lenten Rose bows its head,
daffodils sway in rhythmic dance
and the first early bluebells dangle 
in the fresh spring breeze.
New-born lambs leap 
with the unbridled joy of being born.
A lone dandelion 
that was not there yesterday,
irrepressibly lifts its florets 
above the fresh mown grass
to greet the returning of the light.
The whole creation sings.
The Son is risen to the East.

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Gifford Savage is from Bangor, Northern Ireland and is a Diocesan Lay Reader in the Anglican Church. His poetry has appeared in a number of printed and online journals including The Storms, The Bangor Literary Journal, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, and previously in Agape Review.