Spring forward, fall back
Spring forward
And spring we did,
like juiced-up crocuses
bursting through the snow.
Who cared we aged an hour
in the blink of an eye?
There were sun-full days
and sinful nights ahead
to recompense the loss of time.
Fall back
The sap’s subdued.
Now withered and blanched,
we slump in lengthening shadow,
sunk into ourselves.
The stolen time has been returned
when we need it least.
And shivering, we warmly curse
an extra hour of darkness,
an extra hour of night.