An Hour Gained--Or Is It?

 

With yesterday’s time change, I dug out a poem I wrote in 2013. I’ve printed it on this blog before, but it remains timely. (And yes, the pun is intentional.)

Spring Forward, Fall Back

Spring forward,

To save an hour of daylight.

Put it in the bank

Until the dark of winter.

Fall back

Into the evening gloom.

Open the vault

To lengthen the days.

Empty the treasure chest

Of sunlight and illusion,

Evening hours borrowed from morning

And then returned.

No hour gained,

No hour lost.

Each day still has twenty-four

To run its course.

Minds are easily deceived,

But you can’t fool Mother Nature.