Leap Year

 

Every fourth year

there’s given another day

to do whatever,

or mark it a special way.

I’ll make a new memory,

and add it to all

my list that grows through the years.

Today too, I count

like each thankful breath I take,

and none taken for granted.

__________________

Joyce E. Johnson © 2016


Posted February 29, 2016 by Joyce in My Writings, Poems, poetry, Tanka poetry

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