Oh, bless the Easter Bunny with her brush
and palette of acrylics in our yard.
She’s lined her eggs in rows, and with a push
they rotate around her (but not too hard)
so she creates bright designs on each shell:
a blue umbrella, the yellowest sun,
a pinkish-red rose, the bronziest bell,
the curliest toes, the honeyest bun.
And now she hops and hides eggs everywhere:
Under the sleeping cat, behind a rock,
by a bent fence post. That sly little hare
even hides one in our grandfather clock!
You’ll find the golden egg where flowers grow.
(But please don’t let her know I told you so!)
Roger Armbrust
April 4, 2012
