Advance the clocks.
Groggy at first
there is no spring in my step,
no possibilities
that I can see.
But I do have another hour
to keep my eyes ahead
to days of flowers
birthed by freezing rain
buried deep in snow
pushed upward for me to see
that yes indeed
I can spring forward
to another day
into a year of possibilities.
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