leap day

yesterday
was the rarest day,
holding expectation and shaking
glory flakes
down
down

and i watched them as if for the first time, wonder-filled as they tipped branches and slowly transformed dead brown grass to white
white
white.

from inside i watched.
this day happens only once
every four years:
wonder.

the evening was mine.
i moved slowly.
i thought simple thoughts while stirring the pots.
my soul doth magnify.
blessed be He.
for You are with me.

dish soap bubbles collected in the sink.
my hands were clean.
hot peppermint brew warmed me.
it was my evening.

just me,
alone,
in my kitchen.