I met a muse; a wintry mix
of cherry blossoms and snow-shine
She said don’t worry about my season’s attire
it was on sale, and fits me perfectly

I asked about those timeless things
And she denied the weather as it rained
She’d promised something I don’t recall
I’m pretty sure with fingers crossed behind her back

I’ll let you in on a little known fact
the Autumn sun falls sideways, and
it does
fit her perfectly