Daylight Savings

There was no more blue in the setting moon;
Rotation declared that its work was done
And old November showed up way too soon
In the blazing form of a rising sun
So daybreak could chase the demons away
From too many tricks and sugary treats
To concentrate on a future display
Of sliced and steaming avian meats
In the darkest standard Pacific time
And the densest banks of in rolling fog
Set to a clock's grandfatherly chime
And welcome heat from a yuletide log...
Declaring goblins passe for the year
And afternoon daylight too cavalier!