Saving Daylight

Just last November, we turned back our clock,

and with that extra hour that we found,

we interrupted our late midnight walk

beneath a tree.  Ripe acorns snapped the ground.

And since said time I've loitered on the spot,

snow-sprinkled in post-coital solitude,

to reheat moldy memories I bought

with this hour's debt and what use has accrued.

Now, in the fountain, orange Asian fish
hide from my shadow as I pay respect
to what I owe to winter as I wish
you would remember or Time would n...