When once again the month of March arrives,
The snows recede, the morning sun awakes,
The frogs begin to peep, each seedling strives,
And when tornadoes threaten large outbreaks,
Then soon enough the equinox we meet,
And timeworn law insists we daylight save,
Renounce the dawn to let the night compete,
Extend the breezy evenings that we crave.
And yet the law will have its full effect,
A simple shift in time its snares will set;
No cam'ra can in zero lux detect
All things; thus darkness shapes my great regret:
This morn I spied a rabbit, fleet of foot;
Yet saving time has stayed my photo shoot.
writing by M Slone. other writing