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?