all the clocks are wrong,
i can feel the chill in the air
even from the indoors,
and the sun has gone to bed
so
damn
early
it’s the season
of daylight savings time
it’s the season
of colder and colder and colder days
[and even colder nights]
it’s the season
of a depression with a name
and a reasoning —
a clear cause to its effect
and yet
i can’t do anything to change it
it’s the season
of sometimes magic
and coziness
and cuddling
it’s the season of accomplishment
from the inside
it’s the season
i always simply try
to survive
but what if,
this season,
i try to
blossom
and
thrive?
