I Am November

I am November, the chilling winds blend with the conditions in my heart My heart blends with 13 years of not blending to the conditions very well I am December, the morning shares the same blackness as the nights To which I divert from the light calling for the morning to prolong its darkness I am January, 5 days since you first said my full name without a word being spoken As my ice dispenses a single drop unfelt before you appeared in a shadowy halo I am February, too soon to whisper three words into your untested by me ears Though 14 days in, I find comfort there while you reach for the top shelf of doubt I am March, uncertainty keeps the ground wrapped in snow and the lake waits for Lovers to fall deep into its trap one in which we barely escape I am April, change has captured a soul within the song of a bird that decides Not to fly but instead make a home of old leaves and unbloomed flowers I am May, now into the 5th month of finding a home, a shelter for brokeness A hand to be unheld but very much held in a quiver of complete togetherness I am June, there is sun...vigorous sun shining across ponds and glistening into Conversations of a life to be lived and others to be brought into our world, our home within us I am July, I am tired and battered by the maybes and some days I am restless in a worn shell that dreams of being in that lake still I am August, gardens have given of themselves and now drift into the acceptance of expiration There in all that greyness of upcoming death we find the tethers of a tomorrow bonding our ankles to the bedposts I am September, how the moments now go do not will not and can not matter because I am you and you are me and from this month on we breathe in the love and only exhale to the Heavens I am October, I am blessed by the cool air that rises from an imported breeze that has taken this heart, the one once frozen and given it a beat, a hop and always a skip