I Love Easter.
Always Have.
Always Will.

Time For Walks With Chocolate.
Time For Buds, Youth.
Spring.

Out With The Stale.
In With The Fresh.

New Styles.
Novel Ideas.
Unfamiliar Territory.

Hair Of Pearls.
High Pastry.

Unfurled.
Everything.
Sweet Horizons.

Retreat No Option.

Hot Cross Buns.

I Love Easter.

What To Do At Easter. Poem

Overdo everything my friends.
I intend to.

A glass of wine to unzip the tongue
chew chocolate till my teeth zing.

Wear red at twelve
and turn up the volume as the sheets get rattled.

Use expletives
then
as the singers swell
turn down the volume
and let the sleepy fairies come.

And as the fairies drop nothing but goodness upon my shining silver hair
I'll mumble something about The Lamb of God
and what he did for us.

And then on the Sunday
I'll suffer my way up to heaven
on sticky buns and roast New Zealand Lamb.

Then I'll push the cat over.