Day the eleventh

Today the prompt is the meaning of flowers.

On the third day

Each year you return,
Swallow-like,
And stand strong
Against the storm,
The wind, the rain.
Daffodil.
The real resurrection.

Day the tenth

Today the prompt is to write a hay(na)ku - I have decided to expand the form into a pseudo sonnet for our times:

Easter


long
hours of
holiday weekend traffic

today
we expect
no-one to come
but there are cars

sunshine
bathes the
landscape in soft
and rainless light and
tempts the hibernating into life

but there are less cars today
so perhaps people will stay away