The Great Easter Poem.

Easter is a long weekend, what are we planning?
Easter is dark chocolate egg for early breakfast having
Easter is foil crunching between your teeth (missed that bit of wrapping!)
Easter is the precious gift of giving and the humble gift of receiving
Easter is 250% wage loading, extra pay for working
Easter is managing a meal with the family even when they are working
Easter is driving for hours to participate in camping
Easter is pagan rituals still surviving

Easter is giggling and searching for the kids
Easter is family egg hunts in the garden
Easter is games with the niece and nephew

Easter is making hot cross buns with your best friend
Easter is free hot cross buns at your hardware store
Easter is deck construction, house renovations continue

Easter is dark rainy Friday morning
Easter is sunshine filled days outside
Easter is bicycle rides

Easter is eggscelent
Easter is rising to the occasion
Easter is always too close to Passover

Easter is forgetting what day of the week it is
Easter is two public holidays surrounding a weekend
Easter is a mad scramble before, but then relaxing with family
Easter is love

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[Easter is the Easter bunny helpers all tired out from their deliveries. With thanks to my friends who contributed input on what Easter means to them.]

Senses.

I smell them all
Market scents and sounds
surround me
Ripe fruits
Spiced mushrooms
Heady aroma
Your perfume
And I feel

I hear them all
My taste in music
The sounds
The edits
Every note
Complexity and simplicity
Voice and instrument
And I feel

I taste them all
Ingredients I see
Crunchy raw nuts
Seasonal vegetables
Sweet wine
Savouring the meal
Your lips
And I feel

I see it all
How they touch
What she is thinking
The ignored child
The look
Colours
Those curves
And I feel

I touch it all
Silken hair
Scarf
Knitted fabric textures
Smooth tight cotton
Warm skin
It all touches me
And I feel

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[Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt has taken priority over another poem I wrote earlier. The prompt was to use the senses in a description of something. I have taken this further in my own way (yes, I’m a rule-breaker) with an underlying unifying theme. Inspired initially by the music I was listening to while writing earlier.]
Edit: I added the sense of smell, was rushing to press this last night and would have realised the missing if I had let it stew for a day.