At the edges of earth uncovered
To bright wind-washed air, mold
Of grasses shifts, while new weeds fold
Themselves against the wild cold
And in tulip cups sunlight hovers;
In tops of trees a thousand banners fly
Forming for resurrected man
His needed green and moving plan
For cold, bright, wild Easter joy.
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