Everyday Poetry

This weekend I went on a girls' trip away - the first in years. It was so much fun,  we think we should do it again!  Four friends, each a Brian Bilston fan, Went to see that much admired young man Performing in a hall not far away One fine October, on a Saturday.  Jill booked the tickets and the B&B Judy drove us all to Clevedon on Sea,  Rosemary brought cookies to share with us all Chris won the prize for the suitcase most small. Jill brought a crossword, and we all did our best To fill in the answers, and looked up the rest, Then set out for a meal, with a bottle to share, Pasta course and desserts presented with flair. We almost got lost on our way to the venue - Always a danger at those times when you Trust in a guide with no sense of direction -  Google maps to the rescue with a safer projection. That evening with Brian made us giggle and groan At poems unfamiliar and those more well known, His dry wit entertained us from the first to the last Two hours simply sped by, as

 This Sunday we go through the biannual timeshift of daylight savings once again.   How kind is Autumn's falling back, The benison of that extra hour  To do with as you please? Another hour of sleep? No problem;  The day will wait for you to catch it up While gifting you a lighter morning. How mean is Spring to be springing forward With the penalty of an hour lost,  Gone to who knows where?  You miss that hour of sleep? Too bad; You start the day with groggy greetings In a darker than expected world.   ©  Copyright 2023. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved