Egg

A golden egg laid in a golden nest
ensconed atop the gold leaved tree
dazzling but unspectacular 
in a place that amplifies 
this burnished patina 
in hollowed glamour.

Was the egg laid by a finch with 
incandescent sunburst wings?
then once the bird has flown
consumed by its brilliance
the egg awaits a speck of truth 
unfadingly authentic 

resurrection.

Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #275.

This poem ended up having a spiritual bent but you can interpret it however you like. Happy Good Friday/Easter in advance 😄.

Thanks for reading 💖