They had been flying overhead
back and forth
all morning.
I could still hear their honking.
When I looked up
from my work
this last—leap day—
of February;
this sunny morning
with the temperature
already close to 60 degrees;
this morning in spring,
when I looked up
I saw, through the hedge of trees
north of the house,
snow
falling softly
on the prairie.
Snow Geese
let themselves down
from the sky
onto the greening pasture grass
and landed softly
in my soul.