SONNET | SPRING FORWARD

Daylight Savings

Our seasonal ritual

Photo by Anne Morris on Unsplash

A salmon sunrise greets the morning, as gentle as a lover’s blush, then turns the color of a warning. The sun, as if it’s in a rush, invading every nook and cranny, and catching shadows, still uncanny, as they are hurrying to flee. Each minute granting a degree, it climbs the stairway into heaven without a gripe or a complaint and all the while it seeks to paint our skies the proper blue for seven, so when at last the deed is done, the night is over, day begun.