Writing to you from Missoula, MT

Spring Equinox

Subtly they sneak outside to

Play in the brief moment of sunshine

Rightfully so as children should

In front of them floats the first butterfly freshly

Nourished from the bounty of flowers

Growing through the weeds and grasses

Ecstatic they blow their cover in expressing their joy

Questions come as Mom opens the door

Until she too spots the floating symbol of newness

Into the yard she goes

Now rejoicing in childhood delight

Owning this moment forever in her memory to

Xerox copy on days that are gloomy