Sunday, 30 March 2014

Going Forward

Imperceptibly, the change occurs
From 2 to 3 a.m. Who stirs?
My alarm says seven when I wake
But my radio tells me it is eight!

I pull back curtains – in comes light
Blue skies are such a welcome sight
So I decide to wend my way
To the local market and make hay!

Daffs and tulips in the sun
No crowds - so where is everyone?
Each stall serves me very fast
I look for friends as I walk past

But I’m out of luck, they lie abed
Or are maybe queuing for fresh bread
And once again the day looks bleak
Alone, I buy myself a treat.

I walk back slowly, time to kill,
A neighbour greets me up the hill
With a question which is obsolete:
“Don’t the clocks go on next week?”

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

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