First one, then several cars drive up and park,
And out we get, wrapped warm against the chill,
Our eyes adjusting to the lingering dark.
And: 'Christ is Risen!' – we chant our Easter words,
And turn toward the East, and then begin
To climb, as onomatopoeic birds
Trill, chitter, chirrup, tweet the morning in.
Dark trees like Japanese silhouettes regain
Solidity: oak, beech, and silver birch.
Colour seeps through the world. The fox-red lane
Through muted greens leads to the pilgrim church.
The gilded cloud banks tease our waiting eyes
Till blazing sunrise bursts across the skies.
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