Poem by Linda Imbler
And there they were on Easter morn at the peep of day. Their petals unfolding, as they had days before, when they stood as a herald from inside the sacred garden where the final warnings were prelected. Ivory costumed messengers of hope, once again on the ground of the garden, like they had also appeared when they sprung up below the Teacher’s crow’s nest. Ambassadors of hope, grown to remember that much will bloom in the springtime of our lives, to bring renewal to all things, including those things we thought forever lost.
Linda Imbler is the author of five paperback poetry collections and four e-book collections (Soma Publishing.)
