I found this poem in a notebook from years ago. In recognition of this weekend's time change I thought I'd share.
Daylight Saving Time, by Phyllis McGinley
In Spring when maple buds are red,
We turn the Clock an hour ahead;
Which means, each April that arrives
We lose an hour
Out of our lives.
Who cares? When Autumn birds in flocks
Fly southward, back we turn the Clocks,
And so regain a lovely thing-
That missing hour
We lost last Spring.
Yea for the missing hour. I enjoyed it.
And I miss the Autumn flocks flying into my country. For those of you who get to see them - enjoy!
It has been a gorgeous fall here. Warm and mild lately. Wish I could show you pictures...
1 comment:
I usually don't think of it as gaining an hr, only that it's darker earlier which is unpleasant. So, thanks for being optimistic!
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