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Beyond their small house,
a meadow, a creek, a woods---
ancient trees.  Among them,
I imagined then, English
Pilgrims had walked, thanksgiving.

Kyakuchuu

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Starward

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Between the lilac
and the rose bushes stood an
ancient iron arch---
through which (in my childish mind)
Christ walked after His Rising.

Kyakuchuu

aka

Starward

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In all four seasons'
turn through the elliptic year,
my Grandparents' house
had three:  Thanksgiving, Christmas,
then Easter, the supremest.

Kyakuchuu

aka

Starward

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Adorned lavender,
heavily fragrant beneath
the dawning sky, east:
my Grandparents' lilac tree
proclaimed EASTER's arrival.