LENT

 

I look out

and see the peach trees.

 

The tips of the branches

are swelling with the promise

of pink and white blossoms.

 

Look closely

at the brown straw leftovers

from last years grass

and you will see just a hint of green

lying flat against the ground.

 

More promises.

 

There is a cottonwood twig sticking up,

with a tiny green flag peeping out.  

 

All the world is testing the cold,

checking to see if it is safe

to come out.

 

You can almost hear tiny voices

asking “Is it lent?

Is it really lent?”

 

 

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