Daylight Savings by Joan Kantor

Daylight Savings

In the silence
there’s an aura
of mingled shadow and light
as slowly the day switches over
and in sadness I sit at the dining room table
looking inside and out
through confusion
towards the warm glow that wafts
from the top of the stairs
and the rouge-tinted blanket
of leftover fading blue sky
beyond the bay window
as darkness falls
over late afternoon
in this room
full of unwelcome evening

by Joan Kantor

Editor’s Note: Some poems tell one simple story, and like this one, tell it exceedingly well with staggered line breaks and clear imagery.

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