Time Fragments
Spring is in rebloom
with daffodils and peeking bulbs aching to rise
barely visible beneath the snow-laden earth
but venturing forth in hesitating anticipation
of an early spring thaw.
Withdrawn spirits and depressive winter cold
still harbors chills hiding in retreat
comforted in the warmth of the house
where silence reigns supreme in contemplation
breathing in the hushed quiet solitude of time.
Daylight savings time is upon us
stealing away an hour just past midnight
to revamp the darkness rising slowly
to act as a prelude to the morning light
and we adjust to time fragmented under the sun.
Just another hour lost
to be regained in autumn's fall
when all slips to dreamless sleep
and the world marks seconds to years
as time marches on.
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