Clocks
I had an extra hour in bed As dreams, they tumbled round my head Creating scenes I've never read The day the clocks were changed I woke to skies no longer black Grey daylight peeping through the crack In curtains, ready to pull back The day the clocks were changed I marvelled at the peace I felt Let summer memories fade and melt Now winter brings a chill lament The day the clocks were changed Though nights will draw in sooner and The days leave less time for my plans Cocooned at home, life still feels grand The day the clocks were changed
Hello Trudi. I also woke up with this wonderful feeling of transformation in the world. It's amazing how context changes us, as if we woke up with a new self revealed.
What a timely poem this is. I got out of bed, changed all my clocks, (I have four) then turned on my laptop and felt your happy poem rhyming and chiming through my living room. The first stanza sets the tone and the rest follows almost inevitably, like a clock in motion!
I had an extra hour in bed
As dreams, they tumbled round my head
Creating scenes I've never read
The day the clocks were changed