Tuesday afternoon in March

Wind blown freshness sweeps the quiet day
Chimes tinkle across the street
A solitary ‘helicopter’ and leaf surrenders its way to earth

Snow tips the mountain tops, stalwart frozen sure
Yet, in the valley movement beneath the imposing stillness
Growth beneath the ground, children running on forgotten grass

Sunshine blue sky with wispy clouds pattern shadows on the mountain
A cry as children fall, band aids, noses wiped, kisses, loves
The yellow bus comes, matching the post-winter colors, my boy off to school

Preparing for writing group, computer keys click and pause
A house gone quiet, a hum of a computer, blinking of the answering machine
Reflection and peace a moment like a prayer on a quiet afternoon in March