Today the sky
is writing a poem
about blue.
Today the mountain
is writing a poem
about white.
Today the lawn
is writing its poem
about green
and yellow and pink and turquoise and lavender
as toddlers toddle over grass
hunting for plastic Easter eggs
to plop into buckets and baskets,
and even if a toddler stumbles
or falls, it’s still completely wonderful,
and now as Mommy or Daddy or
Grammy opens one plastic egg, look!
a piece of candy is waiting inside,
but what single piece of sweetness
could ever thrill a child
like so many many many many many many
eggs?
Today – oh, joy! – this poet
is writing her poem
about Absolutely Astonishing Abundance.
