leap year

i don't like how the cold fools me

so it begins again
the spindle to a calculated year

wrapping up the filaments of god's
thread collection
maybe he could knit me a winter coat
and not let my irritabilities show
keep me warm from the frosty trenches
and up early enough to catch a worm
not a whale

exercise ideas
and get caught in the machine
my digital imprint
larger than it seems

elephants are on the rise
along with tiger bites
but i won't play donkey
to anyone's shame

the clock is ticking
the betterment beckoning the burgeoning
to blossom in time with the spring
in time to wrestle trees

all compacted into a sound mental snippet
the bytes are only paralled to the
likes of space
and god i hope my wings can fly through
fire with grace