The Sun Rises and Sets To Its Own Time
We have stopped saving daylight.
The dark comes earlier,
more time to descend into my icy hole.
Winter scrapes away the sun, buries
the summer’s green in snow,
freezes warm light into the cold
of the night. The sun’s rays are short,
they barely penetrate the pitch.
I curl up in the darkness and cold
until we begin to save next year’s daylight.
The Raven’s Perch
The Sun Rises and Sets To Its Own Time
We have stopped saving daylight.
The dark comes earlier,
more time to descend into my icy hole.
Winter scrapes away the sun, buries
the summer’s green in snow,
freezes warm light into the cold
of the night. The sun’s rays are short,
they barely penetrate the pitch.
I curl up in the darkness and cold
until we begin to save next year’s daylight.
The Raven’s Perch
July 2017
July 2017
