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On Monday After Easter
- solidfoodpress
- May 13
- 1 min read
by Ryan Keating
The orange blossoms eastering outside
Sometimes overwhelm my soul’s perfume
And the hope of fruit in tiny blossoms
Barely present in my everyday garden.
Yet, make my life a morning stretched-wide
Enough to shelter those I love in brightness
And bring to bloom and ripeness even
Strangers’ branches warm in your light
That radiates by reflection from a source
Deeper and more still than these waters
Rippling the image of a citrus sunrise
Through trees still reaching for the horizon