poem of the day March 9 

On the last dawn

of the last day 

before time changes 

I am up early

to witness the past 

To feel the old light

one more time

as it emerges to 

illuminate a world 

that will soon 

spring forward

by an hour

in a human attempt 

to adjust the light of time

I am watching with my dogs

and the old cat

well aware that I am the only one

thinking of the consequences 

of such inconsequential things