Daylight Saving

It’s that time of the year again
as daylight saving draws near,
all hands on clocks must be changed,
confusing, and sometimes unclear.

In spring clock hands spring forward
to think more daylight we see.
In fact there’s no extra daylight,
it’s trying to fool you and me.

In spring the morning is darker
farmers don’t like it one bit.
Children go to school in the dark,
it’s still light when bedtime they hit.

Others prefer daylight saving,
with longer evenings of light.
There’s more time for beach and barbies
before twilight fades into night.

In autumn clock hands fall back
for that missing hour to reclaim.
This upsets our sleeping pattern,
now the brain we need to retrain.

Time then returns to normal
sending the body into shock.
We are messing around with time
by moving those hands on the clock.

Vivien Wade is in her 86th year, had her 60th wedding anniversary last December, and lives in one of Adelaide’s southern seaside suburbs where she belongs to the Ochre Southern Poets poetry group. Born at Magill and trained as a milliner before qualifying as a midwife, she married her husband Peter during their ministerial training at Bible College. They have ministered in pastorates, seminars and family camps for nearly 60 years, and Vivien has published two collections of her poetry, details of which can be found here and here.

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