Daylight savings
a signal of impending doom,
the war of attrition
finally dimming the stubborn sun.
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It's hard not to feel
soul sapping gloom,
when the darkness smothers
suffocating the senses.
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Bleary eyed bread winners
seizing the day,
do so in dauntless dusk
fleeting glimpses of the sun.
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O what to do
in a situation so hopeless,
nothing for it
but to succumb to the glum.
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Nay say I
so the sun has gone,
and we mourn it so
but soldier on we must.
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For are you not warmed
by the roaring fire,
or the bountiful mugs
of steaming hot cocoa.
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Yes the days are shorter
but that also means,
the stars shine brighter
and the moonbeams glimmer.
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The misty nights
create the perfect canvas,
for the solitary streetlamps
to shine their spotlights.
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So yes the days are short
night ever present,
but that just means
we have to discover.
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New sources of light.
About the Creator
Alexander Stoddart
The musings of a melancholic man.
Poems, stories and anecdotes to make sense of the world.

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