March 8
Spring forward?
my sleep deprived brain
wants its hour back!
it wraps dreamy fingers
around a second
mug of tea.
Outside the kitchen door,
winter in retreat
dropped a final, one two
punch, with feet
of snow, and sleet
back inside the warm
mud is on the floor?
Spring forward!
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