Adapt 

“It’s Sunday, November 1st, Daylight Saving Time ends,”

the calendar, hanging on my refrigerator,

seems happy to remind me, as I walk by.

Already, at 6 P.M EST

darkness has chased the daylight

over the ridge,

across the mountain,

out west . . .

to California . . . ,or somewhere!

Every year

at the heralding of this event—

fall squeezing the daylight out of you—

I feel like a lost child.

But . . . “a big but . . . !”

This year . . . not going to happen!

I will resolve myself

to the early hours of darkness.

Find a warm fireplace, a book to read,

maybe a soothing movie in the recliner.

Afterward,

a cool walk of gratitude outside beneath the stars.

Then the warm covers of a soft bed,

a smile of hibernation on my face.