to J.
Don’t be disguised by autumn’s looks and don’t try to make her grow on you. For all I know she has the eyes of emerald and her locks are always a flare. She is in keep of cupid’s amity and her name is Julie.
Later, later, please, later.
I have no need, nor desire.
For you, my detested waiter,
Of nullity, sole and dire.
I know, the autumn’s here.
In colours, in rains and gusts
Yet, am not closing near,
The end of my summer repast.
Thank you for being courteous,
For asking if all is well,
And for the leaf - hint feateous,
More, for concluding bell.
You linger for me to go,
I don’t want you to wait.
But, can I see you tomorrow,
Off duty, calm and abate?