Spring Forward, Fall Back
by Troy Jollimore
In November, the hours are slower;
winding down weather, the fresh lather
of a first snow. The winter,
with its months of hospital afternoons waits huddled just over the border.
And ice will make all the distances
that much further. Speak now, kiss now
before the river freezes altogether.Wow, powerful poem! Thanks for that. It really strikes a chord with me as someone who has spent many cold afternoons in hospitals thinking about the coming winter and end of the year. Speak now, kiss now. Wow!
By the way, here in Norway, as in most of Europe, we will change our clocks on 30 March. I really don't much care for DST, changing the rhythm of the days feels terribly unnatural.