An Hour Gained--Or Is It?

 

I haven’t posted my daylight savings poem for several years, so I thought it was time to do it again.

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.

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.

You Can't Fool Mother Nature

I’ve spent the past week catching up after my writers’ conference with little time to write a blog post, so I’m celebrating the extra hour of sleep by using a poem I wrote in March 2013. Here it is.

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 with twenty-four

To run its course.

Minds are easily deceived,

But you can’t fool Mother Nature.

 

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 with twenty-four
To run it's course.

Minds are easily deceived,
But you can't fool Mother Nature.

Poem © 2013 by Kathryn Page Camp

Spring picture © 2011 by Kathryn Page Camp

Fall picture © 2012 by Kathryn Page Camp