Set the Clocks Back Tonight
 

This Daniel Anderson poem is my annual incantation for tonight's Fall Back ceremony:


STANDARD TIME

The church's spire, the courthouse clock,
And all the slanted roofs that line the square,
Of dime store, bank, and Mitchell's Shoe Repair,
Have joined their silhouettes to interlock
Against the evening's cold cornflower sky.
The velvet counter-darkness of the street
Seems painted by the sly hand of Magritte
To stump the mind and its bewildered eye.

A failing light. The Growing Zodiac.
A windfall hour spent. Each leaf-lined yard
Is cloaked in tones of cobble and slate
As we discover in our turning back
An early dusk we cannot disregard,
A change we never quite anticipate.

This thread's title threw me, David, because our clocks in the UK went back last weekend, so we've had time to adjust (Well... sort of... it still seems to catch us by surprise that darkness falls that much earlier).

Nice poem.

Jayne

On the bright side (as it were) it will no longer be dark when I wake up at 6:00 am.

I like to think of the rhyme-driven inversion in this as a nod to the genre:

http://media.umcom.org/gbod/sibfiles...gesongfall.pdf