another story

Dear dizzy fall day from this time of the year,

even if it seems to be the season of the witch,

I dunno what kind of strategy are you trying.

To be accurate, I didn't imagine our dating be

so grayish and cold and without your golden

and brassy and cuddled and warm sunshades.

Fortunately, I was inspired to put on me

some perfume with sprightly notes,

enough for avoiding any wrong situation,

also to reinvent another story, with each part

of your sun, inclined on me, to look shinier.

Guess that could be one of your deep excuses,

in your hurry to see me, and is accepted. Yet, do

whatever's necessary to fix up your mood. Even

implore a competent one for a prescription…

— P.S. — (Do it AˢSᵒᵒⁿAˢPᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ). Winter knocks.