I do not count the days to the sudden
artificial lengthening of days no
instead I mourn the loss of a winter that
never was the perfect hush of deep snow
the feeling of our silly importances
at a standstill and by the way isn’t it
just as well to observe the gradual change
in light and dark without some unholy
arrogants deciding that on an arbitrary
day now this one now that suddenly
seven o’clock is six and yes
six is five midnight only eleven
the sun itself now rises and sets
(as they suppose) at the convenience
of Men? God save us! from their
terrible ridiculous pride.
