daylight savings time

dawn spreads afternoon blankets.
fleeting days dim to "fly-by-nights."
weeks wink into months that flit by,
leaving just the wispy scent of a year
already gone. stealthily, I shadow
time's trail, only to land steps
behind my prey--hunted moments
already tittering in the past. "if
I could put time in a bottle," I would,
but quick, fast and in a hurry--
crafty time keeps slip-sliding away.

© Cheri Paris Edwards 2007