A first draft poem, written at a too early time...
My phone’s alarm just called to me
This brand new Sunday day.
“Wake up, wake up,” it rang to me
But my body said, “No way!
Can’t you see its dark outside!
It’s not seven in the morn.
I still feel tired and groggy
My body is still worn.”
My alarm says bright and chipper--
“You lose an hour’s sleep
Today begins a brand new day
With an hour of light to keep.
You’ll see it later in the day
When evening is light.
For now its dark and dismal out,
But it really isn’t night.”
I pull myself out of the bed
Not ready to start this day.
But, yes, I know, the time is right
Despite what darkness may say.
I look forward to six months from now
when my phone lets me sleep in.
An hour extra sleep I’ll get
Before that day begins.