Just a little poem for those of us who will be changing our clocks tonight.
Gains
Here we are, spinning the hands
of our clocks once again – adding
the hour we stole from the morning
to the end of the day. Gaining not time,
but an hour more of birdsong, sixty minutes
of bees and butterflies, thousands of seconds
in which to find peace as day dissolves into night.
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