If Eoster dawn the sun should come
cloaked in clouds of weathered grey
it comes proudly, wearing the weeds
of wisdom, bringing thunder and showers
with which it conspires to dress the world
in verdant splendor again and again.
The resurrection fern green on the oaks
will jewel glisten when in its glory
sun lords over flowers at spring’s birthing.
— Marcus Trúasóngr