We have stopped saving daylight.
The dark comes earlier,
more time to descend into my icy hole.
Winter scrapes away the sun, buries
the summer’s green in snow,
freezes warm light into the cold
of the night. The sun’s rays are short,
they barely penetrate the pitch.
I curl up in the darkness and cold
until we begin to save next year’s daylight.
Barbara Brooks is the author of chapbooks, “The Catbird Sang,” and “A Shell to Return to the Sea.” Her work has been accepted in Boston Literary Magazine, Agave Literary Magazine, Peregrine, and Tar River Poetry
