Time leapt forward
last night.
We lost the hour
granted us last fall.
We sacrifice that hour
to lengthening days,
to hints of spring,
water on the road.
Snow is dirty now,
branches bare
and mountain shoulders baring
brown ridges through white.
In Alaska we know
spring sleeps yet,
buds a full month away
…at least.
Yet our soul,
our spirit
stirs out of winter’s doldrums,
shivering in anticipation.
The lost hour,
a small price to pay.
Much like 2012 coming.
You can feel the shimmer
of the “spring” coming,
but there’s not much evidence yet.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
March 13, 2011
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