A sun that doesn't know it isn't yet spring
warms the afternoon air.
Birds chirp in skeleton trees,
And a caressing breeze
carries the not unpleasant scent of nearby sheep.
As if on cue,
Walkways fill with a parade of moms
marching to meet their children.
It is quiet and peaceful.
The calm before the storm.
and youthful exuberance explodes
through opening doors,
School walls no longer able
to contain the energy within.
A sudden burst of children
booming all around.
There is nothing to do now but wait for the storm to pass.
And gradually it does,
kids scattering in their different directions,
Caught by the waiting moms
who turn and march once more.