Daylight savings time has warped the day–suddenly it seems lighter all around because here in the interior the mornings and afternoons are getting lighter fast as we add 7 minutes of light a day–an extra hour of daylight each ten days or so. How has the returning light affected you? What disjointedness do you notice in your day?
Write a poem in which light behaves in ways it shouldn’t or surprises you in some way.
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Here’s a response from KD at KD’s Bookblog:
“Always an early riser, I still have hours of darkness as I do my first work, despite the change in the clocks. This came this morning.”
Circle of Light
The green glow of a patio lantern,
still lit but weak just before dawn,
draws no useful circle of light,
is so little that it could be
a green freckle on the skin of night,
a chink in dark armor; it could be
the wrecking light on a rocky shore
luring Thursday into the backyard,
the beacon feeding its solar self but
seeming, come full daylight, a seed,
a green sprig that will bloom again in the dark,
a gem of sunshine to last me
until Friday sails over the horizon.
Mattie's Pillow 
March 18, 2010 at 7:09 am
Always an early riser, I still have hours of darkness as I do my first work, despite the change in the clocks. This came this morning.
Circle of Light
The green glow of a patio lantern,
still lit but weak just before dawn,
draws no useful circle of light,
is so little that it could be
a green freckle on the skin of night,
a chink in dark armor; it could be
the wrecking light on a rocky shore
luring Thursday into the backyard,
the beacon feeding its solar self but
seeming, come full daylight, a seed,
a green sprig that will bloom again in the dark,
a gem of sunshine to last me
until Friday sails over the horizon.
March 18, 2010 at 9:25 am
Thanks, KD! You were up early. I’ll add the poem to the post.