Spring Forward Is a Bad Lover

A poem bursting with honesty

Photo by Susanne Jutzeler from Pexels

With talks of the Senate passing the “Sunshine Protection Act” to keep Spring Forward for good, I decided to give my take on things.

Spring forward…
You are a blooming spiky rose
Which raises my ire,
Puncturing my good times

When you change the course
Of my sleep
I weep in gratitude for
The smile of the sun, for it
Lasts longer on my face —

Pours on my windows
And brightens my day
Yet others do not know you “kindly”
Steal what's
Important to me

Where once before the day crawled…

You now briskly
Rip my choice of
Slow aging from me
Gouging my eyeballs

With gritty swords of
Blaring alarm clocks
Scaring me half to death

The hours…

I sleep 6
But feel 4
Hours assassinated
In the warm night