The Extra Hour

~~ by tkbrown
Now finding ourselves in the beauty of fall
as Old Jack Frost ponders, propels a call,
Old Father Time sputters a bit,

finds the hour lost in spring is a fit--
filling the sputter occurring now
as Old Jack Frost to time doth bow.

Wakening early from habit, but seeming not
as bio clock adjustments are sought
but incomplete, leaves us a void

in time and thought, ne'er enjoyed.
Circadian rhythm bereft, not yet replete,
swaying left and veering right

attempting to level, align the glide--
but depleting, tossing that hour aside--
its enjoyment lost

midst the effort spent to reorient
mind and body in time and space,
renewing the voyage with seeming grace.

By the time the body reconciles,
it has physically and mentally traversed miles
beyond enjoyment of the hour refitted

by Old Father Time on a journey committed
to one and all--a juggling of that hour betwixt
Spring and Fall--enjoyed daylight predicts.

Sleeping away the hour saved
ensures 'twill never be extolled or raved
midst talks of 'past' in future days.

Ne'er can be told of bright sunrays
casting vim and vigor upon paths chosen
to be trod with life and limb beholden.

So, choose ye well the spending of your time,
awakened or sleeping in a surreal mime
of what might have been

in that undisturbed hour -- but then . . .
either way, if ye spend it well
there will be a tale to tell.


Photo Above: copyright


By tkbrown

I believe family is a gift from God and should be treated as such. I love writing with a broad array of intent and purpose. I have written poetry virtually all my life, and much nonfiction in academia. My expanded efforts in all areas have finally taken off in retirement. I have much to accomplish now that I have the time. Other hobbies are painting, researching ancestry and myriad topics for my writing, knitting, crocheting, cooking -- always trying new recipes and always cooking for my health. I have many other hobbies, but these seem to dominate most of my time. Oh, did I mention I am the mother of three grown children and grandmother of seven. I have been blessed immensely and am the happier for it.


  1. Guten Tag

    Vielen Dank für das wunderbare Bild, dazu Ihre Gedanken.

    Das Schreckliche und die Schönheit
    wenn die Seele uns ihre Gedanken
    ihre Bilder in das Bewusstsen schickt
    zwei Schwestern die uns zum Nachdenken
    aller Wirklichkeit der Welt ihre
    gegensätzlicher Gaben die der eigenen Erfahrung
    in unsere Herzen durch das ganze Leben
    eingraviert und als eigene Geschichte
    geduldig und auch mit Freude getragen wird

    Herzliche Grüße
    Hans Gamma

    Good day

    Thank you for the wonderful picture, add your thoughts.

    The terrible and the beauty
    when the soul gives us its thoughts
    sends their images into the consciousness
    two sisters that make us think
    of all reality in the world
    opposing gifts that of one’s own experience
    in our hearts through all of life
    engraved and as its own story
    patiently and also with joy

    Best regards
    Hans Gamma

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    1. “. . . when the soul gives us its thoughts . . .” a very apt description of what poetry–and authoring of all sorts– is all about. Thank You for reading and commenting. I appreciate it! Blessings!

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