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?”