1:59am skipped to 3:00am.
The animals knew not to wake early,
But we wind our alarms, stealing an hour of rest,
Although the sun peers in just the same.
And when day turns to night, according to my wrist watch,
The sun stumbles to catch up,
One hour behind,
And the birds sing ‘Summer!’
And I remind myself, ‘Not Quite.”
The spring air through the open window is my extra blanket,
As the woollen one is folded away.
Skin opened to the sun,
Day and Night are one,
Until darkness does fall,
Just one hour later than yesterday.