Snow Day in March (one)

Posted on by

Posted in Daily Photo

“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snow Day in March

It was supposed to be a sunny day in spring
But as the clock struck with a loud ding
The snowflakes started to sing

Down, down it poured
The drains started to roar
My eyes started to sore
Was it tears or the snow fall?
Oh, March, why art thou such a bore!

Snow Day in March (two)

Posted on by

Posted in Daily Photo

“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snow Day in March

Flakey snowflakes,
The earth did shake
But oh, what total fakes
When onto the ground they lay
For a while did they stay
But much to someone’s dismay
The flakey flakes
Slowly faded away

Daylight Savings

Posted on by

Posted in Simply Poetry

“I don’t mind going back to daylight saving time.
With inflation, the hour will be the only thing I’ve saved all year”
Victor Borge

Daylight Savings

Lost an hour
Feeling sour
Without power
Like a flower
Without petals
A tangy metal
Taste in my mouth
Things going south
All because of daylight savings
There are no other cravings
Than sleep one more hour