Sunday, March 13, 2011


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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