Two Brothers Known As Time

One brother, not well-liked by me, is friends with early light. Born in a prior century, he measures day from night. He comes with neither fangs nor claws, and yet it makes me cringe to see him at my door because he darkens evening’s fringe. I much prefer his modern kin, who from man’s tampering, keeps coming round and round again to greet us in the spring . . . A rescuer this younger one! His middle name implies he lengthens days by helping Sun prolong light in the skies. That brother, Daylight Saving Time, the one I like the best, departs each fall. Oh, what a crime He’s not a constant guest! For the SAVING DAYLIGHT Poetry Contest of john lawless