Quiet frost hangs from frigid night
spring tulips stand in defiance.
The beginning of the Triduum
in the path of history as
Easter is told.

Creative Writings by published poet Christine McNeill-Matteson
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Quiet frost hangs from frigid night
spring tulips stand in defiance.
The beginning of the Triduum
in the path of history as
Easter is told.
