Wee-Ting >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

it's past ten when I saw
brightness from my window
been like these for days
fainting winter or fall
warmness convince grass
grow faster than should
trees smarter learned
from past years trickery

I managed to put shorts
venture outside to feel
breeze kissing my legs
uproot some of overgrowth
I could be easily deceive
that's still autumn, naked
naked trees adore boulevard
fallen leaves carried; flood
winter give me that feeling