Winter Exorcism

Those early signs of Spring are so welcomed and cherished despite the crazy business of this time of year. Often I agonize over poems, but this one just slipped out. Gotta love it when that happens.

The owl out back is
 asking questions again,
 and I lie here hoping
 to hear the answers
 --or maybe just to 
 understand the questions.
 Life goes by so fast
 I’m moving clocks
 forward, backward, and 
 forward again,
 losing and gaining hours
 I didn’t know I had
 --or that I have already spent
 ten times over,
 like my Christmas money
 or my summer vacation.
 The rain brought the 
 mist rising off the snow
 today like it was exorcising 
 the spirit of winter,
 what with the crocuses
 delicately craning
 their necks above the soil
to watch while I cheer.

 Spring is coming.