Thursday, March 26, 2009

March Winds

Today, I sit nervously at home wondering how my son did on his job interviews. He left this morning with a new short hair cut, new leather shoes, a new blue shirt and pants. I prayed for him as he sat in the car and then I waved him off. It's scary to see your kids grow up. And yet, so gratifying. A new season has begun.

When March arrives
She turns the sheets
And scrubs and polishes
To make things neat.
Then sweeping her house
With a giant broom
She washes the gray
For buds to bloom.
How nice of March
To come and clean
Her lovely house
Back into green.

1 comment:

GutsyWriter said...

That is a lovely poem. Hope your son did well. I can relate.