And the Easter person?
Gets that little itch,
behind your garden boot,
near your secateur trigger,
off the rake’s handle,
by the soil-spiculed-spade tip,
to go out into your garden of rebirth,
even when the late winter wind says no.
We are an Easter people,
not by choice or faith or creed
but by necessity of digging
tenderly beside that budding bulb
enjoying sun’s lengthening…
from “Easter People” in I am Keats as you are by Glenn Peirson]
my husband gave me this Moai head replica the other day because of my long time fascination with the Easter Island gods. I hadn’t made the connection with Glenn’s poem until then… en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moai#/media/File:AhuTongariki.JPG