The night before change
wolves sing out under a
faraway moon on a steep hillside
whose walls echo their sad cries
’til dawn rearranges the world.
A wet nose rubs against
my feet, says good morning,
awakens my senses to
the hour, later than usual
given daylight savings.
Bark of a different kind outside
where my puppy protects her
new yard from predator
squirrels who leap without care
from limb to limb.
Morning greets too soon, as all
must adjust internal clocks
to a man-made idea of time
headed toward a new spring
leaping to the future.
–Victoria Emmons, copyright 2016