The rain is over and gone,
its work is done.
Sweet Spring is come at last,
is come at last.
Bud, Olive, fat with fruit and oil and wine.
Break forth this morn In roses, thou but yesterday a thorn.
Leap and rejoice,
you merry-making Lambs.
all Beasts of thickets and of rocks.
All notes of Doves Fill all our world:
this is the time of loves. "
An Easter Carol by Christina Rossetti.
All photos by Christi Marie Jentz,
copyright 2012- 2015.