Last Day of March Musing

Should I disturb
the numb slumbers of
wayward seasons, recollections
of a windy March Wednesday
channeling Winnie the Pooh.
So sad seeing
time walk backwards
in the backyard,
stray leaves tumbling
at my feet
slow motion,
I crochet a documentary
half in shadow
half in bright sunny light.
A moment free of
all worldly discomfiture,
alibis, denials.
No place to be
but in that moment
held forever
in that lovely
memory address.