It’s half past four and feels like night Oh, how I miss the bright sunlight.
I’ll laugh at clouds and welcome rain when hours of daylight come again.
For darkness in the evening seems to blight my day and sour my dreams.
No longer can I see the sky. I want to hide indoors and sigh.
Can it be true that nature rules and clock watching is just for fools?
That we should sleep from dusk to dawn and work and feast in early morn?
After a meal the heartbeat slows, for eyes are tired, now to doze.
Until the Springtime we must wait, with curtains drawn, and hibernate.