Snow on Good Friday
We grieve when snow falls
on Good Friday eve.
What about the greening,
the beginnings of spring? when
like manna fallen from Heaven—
“My body broken for you” into
flakes and crumbs—
soft, pure-white flesh
spread upon all that lies
both dormant and sprouting,
at morn reflects the rising sun;
except for rockiest places
saturates fallow and seeded,
both broken and wasted ground.
~Catherine Lawton
© 2015, 2018