Easter

By Steven Schroeder

Sky’s every blue contains
a world that will fall complete
the moment it grows heavier than
air and lets itself go
to gravity.
            Afternoon North dark
enough for moon and stars
drags Spring down with it,
back into Winter snow
and ice that surprise
every time they appear
on Easter. Unexpected cold
makes daffodils so brittle
they snap in the wind and
every tree that has a memory
shorter than Mesquite
is set back a month. Peach
harvest would double
if Mesquite could bear them. Ice
is perfect metaphor with sunrise
on days after the death of God.
Venture out in this weather
and you will realize
anyone can walk on water.

--New Texas, 2005; used by permission of the author.