Easter Morning

Everything is odd about existence –

We’ll feel much better when the winter’s gone –

Its spheres, inside and out, and their persistence –

A lover’s smile, the leaping of a faun –

We are the blushing fingers of the whole –

The cat nearby me snores within his sleep –

I move towards the dawn with happy soul –

That smile, it floats above, I halt to keep –

This morning is in reverie, complete

With sun upon my bed, my cat serenely

Reclining in the blankets at my feet

Until I think to reach, break, rise, and cleanly

Bequeath my cat to its sweet lunar dreams

While all around me dawn in daylight teems.