im angesicht der sonne
im angesicht der sonne
steht aufrecht
und einsam
die erste osterglocke
auferstanden
aus der schweren schwarzen erde
freudestrahlend
daß es endlich lichter werde
winterwendend
düftespendend
sich verschwendend
sonnengleich
Christina Egan © 2019
Für Sr. Petra de Resurgente
Services for Easter morning: “Sunday of the Resurrection”. —
Photograph: by ignis [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons.
Ex tenebris
The day is like a daffodil. Yet
the green garland of the garden,
the golden garland of the sunset
cannot dispel the dark of the depth.
On the crests of the hills,
tiny blue brushstrokes,
you can watch them wander,
the deceased and the unborn.
My heart is a fist in my chest.
My tears are grapes of glass.
No one sees them: no one sees me.
I am alone with the angels.
Christina Egan © 2017
Photograph: Christina Egan © 2013.
Magnolia in March
*
Gold under my tree:
daffodils, minted sunlight.
No gold in the sky.
*
Purple stars appear
beneath the bedroom window:
little sky on earth.
*
The bare black branches
hold a round yellow lantern:
the rising full moon.
*
Christina Egan © 2005/2016
February Sparks
(February Haiku)
Grey on grey the street…
Lightning strikes – the sun reflected
in a windscreen.
*
Stalks thrusting upwards
like spears with golden points:
armies of daffodils.
*
The crocus carpet
is being woven for us
by day and by night.
Christina Egan © 2014
—
I wrote these haiku, and am posting them, at the hardest time of the year: when cold and darkness have used up our reserves and spring has not arrived yet. However, bright signals of light and life surround us!
Christina Egan 