November

november is nearing its end the trees seem starved of life standing bare in frigid air i shiver at the thought of winter’s touch it’s much like a kiss upon someone gone too soon from life i look around me and see death as it stands before me yet i feel full on thoughts that taunt my mind i am numb tired and weak don’t care to speak in a breath that rises from lips in frigid air when i see no breath from my mother, brother, father gone too soon from life i want to see life again or feel their kisses in a summer’s breeze yet all i see is death among the trees i feel it in the air i still taste it it’s everywhere i snap like branches beneath a storm spiral down become grounded again...again... in november’s end