Time Change
As we fall back to standard
and no longer save daylight,
the mornings are brighter but
dark comes so much sooner.
Stark maples bare against red carpet
leaving only golden oaks and tamarack
to stand against the evergreens.
Let us seize this stolen hour
and together go undercover
to make a time to remember.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2018
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