in the kitchen junk drawer with old pens and chip clips or mason jars on dusty cellar shelves used for summers fireflies or falls pear preserves or faded shoe boxes shoved under the bed where treasures of sea shells with bits of pale green sea glass are kept where will all this daylight be saved from one year to the next?
Just a few weeks before Spring….
Daylight Savings Time returns,
moving into the house
like the ladybugs appearing
from wherever they fly in the fall.
Springing ahead, we sacrifice our hour
to Spring’s equinoxal arrival.
Longer daily expressions of sun and warmth
will fill in all the gaps of autumn’s failures
and winter’s cold shoulder.
We sweep the seasonal path clean
for our long awaited friend,
her good nature
is always a welcomed interruption in our conversation,
filled with light laughter
and only the occasional threat
of violent storms.
But we forgive her all things when her skies dawn clear-
the color of bluebird wings
and a robin’s perfectly tinted egg-
joyfully raising our pale wintery faces to the warm sun
for the first kiss of sweet Spring.