what we saved in daylight
by falling back appears
to be nothing more than
the stealing of afternoon
light to shore up the dawn
the babies and chickens
aren’t fooled even though
the days roll by like
an old tire out of round
we think we have fixed
something and can’t see
what we lost in exchange
the antique glow of
autumn evening light
turns time into a thin place
etches memories on the glass
of our fragile finitude
we shall not be here long
and yet — we spend time
turning back the clock
Peace,
Milton
an extra hour of
sleep brought me
to Pilgrim UCC
refreshed
Ann, I like your additonal verses in response to Milton’s ending — a nice point/ counterpoint.
:- ))