That Grace Called Enough
Byron Hoot

It was as if the snow decided
to melt, called down rain and wind,
whispered, "Enough is enough."
"In the fullness of time," time knows
the duration of being in a place just
so and knows where the exits
are and how to go.  Discernment
a gift time is well-versed in.
Nature knows about the fullness
thereof: what it takes to arrive,
stay, depart.  Nothing equal
becuse things aren't especially
in the heart and soul and body
of all that is.  More winter grass
is showing, patches of snow
are growing smaller.  Would 
I knew when it's time to arrive,
to stay, to leave with no regrets
the way winter turns to spring.