On Saturday, a photo of three trees crossed

Framed a yellow moon, full and round

Our once in a blue moon

Today, Sunday, the skies are grey, the blue trying to get through

Rain, tears from heaven

Far from the Madding Crowd, I imagine quiet broken

By cries of “He is risen!”

It is Easter morning and the rosy pink sky was yesterday

So what is today?

Sadness at our human condition or a challenge to find the silver lining?