The Fall

These dark, autumn mornings,
and yesterday’s indifferent rain,
the calendar bothered by subsiding sun,
and some made up bullshit – daylight savings.
You can’t save something that isn’t there.
You can’t simply rename time,
expecting it to change.
What is this, politics?
Spin it and it’s true?
Today is Monday. It’s dark at six,
morning and early evening, okay?

Deal with shorter days.
Deal with suffocation of the light.
Deal with the evening news.
It’s just a premonition.

Katherine Gotthardt

Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt is an award-winning poet and author seeking meaning, peace and joy and hoping to share it where she can.
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