It’s not Leap Year
So today is the last day
Of February.
Three months in a row
Of winter
Of cold
Even in Texas.
This last day of February
I give thanks
For the river that thaws
The heart that beats
The breath that knows.
The night is shorter
Day is longer
I wonder at spring
Lying just beyond
My sight.
May we bless this winter
And look to this spring
To apparent Grace
To fleeting Light
To fragile and tender Wholeness.
