It’s colder, but I’m glad the mosquitoes are dead
I remember the way they sucked my blood and left my body red.
I love summer, adore spring, it was a great time, but only just a fling.
All seasons are flighty but this one makes my heart sing –
sad songs serenade while a feeling of an otherworldly, mission-driven renegade
takes over when the leaves drop and the
temperature drops harder to about below 60 degrees Farenheit, or 15 in centigrade.
The seasons do change and line up well with life lately,
Pages turn while fire pits burn, new chapters emerge that make you ask life “maybe…”
Autumn is a time of change and self reflection
As the leaves turn, so do curses into blessings
So the next thing I’ll speak to truth for myself
Is health, wealth, and peace; an autumnal spell. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 