The air is a little colder,
Around my legs as I move through my space.
The cooler seasons,
Are starting to bubble up through my soul.
I mourn the loss of this lovely summer,
And all that I hoped for it.
It starts to feel cosy,
And I am looking forward to seeing all the seasons,
From the perspective of the early morning,
A time to rest and recover.
Perhaps it will allow me to acclimatise,
To these schedules of adjustment.
