saving daylight

days seem to grow long

light extended

by artifice

we the impatient

refusing to bow

to the whims of nature

supper dishes

have been washed

and dried

and sun still sparkles

on snow drifts

I count no victory

in driving back the night

I know too well

the deep dark of morning

hanging out at the pub tonight

 

after taste

I have no talent

for delicacy

my cakes are sugar coated

not my opinions

I am better built to mince meat

than words

my feet are long, heavy

you know I never could walk

on eggshells

without leaving a trail 

of destruction

so I crack with intention

whisking in fresh air

adding leaven, spice, sweet

the resulting treat

has substance

layered perhaps with contradictions

but genuine

with the lingering after taste

of truth

Hanging out at the pub for Open Link Night