After the Snow

After the snow has fallen

and the sun and blue sky come back,

we begin the clean up

and rediscover the cars

right where we’d left them;

it’s good to pause in our work,

though, and listen for the unseen

sounds of nature that surround us,

nature itself pausing, perhaps.

The raucous calling of a woodpecker

reverberates in the still morning air,

announcing himself, and his mate

replies, “yes, I’m here, too”.

In the distance, beyond the hill,

the plow labors to complete his task,

seeking us out; “yes,

we’re here, too.”