March Onward
By C Jyl Parker
Springing forward is always so dour.
Changing clocks just to save one more hour.
We get for each night
Some extra sunlight,
But losing my sleep makes me sour.
About the Creator
C Jyl Parker
Starting from the fairy stories and poems of childhood, I've always had an interest in the fantasy, adventure and science fiction worlds. Although I've done a lot of writing over the years, I've published only a few short stories and poems.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from C Jyl Parker and writers in Poets and other communities.
Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Ohhh I love that extra hour!
haha, so relatable! Nice work!