First day of daylight savings,
always a Sunday,
people late to church.
My daughter and I were always late
the rest of the year,
when she was in school.
I grumble every year,
springing ahead and falling back.
But it does no good,
like most of my grumbling.
A perfect day,
I’ll do my best to put up with
the crystal sky, the singing birds,
saws in the distance,
spikes of lavender waiting
to be picked.