A white blanket will fall upon January.
It will cover my heart and freeze my soul
into solitaire. A love will blossom in the
mist of February. Unknown to me, that
love will remain a mystery.
My luck will fail in the medows of March.
For my life will deplete and become parched.
Still - my heart will break in the hands of April.
A story that only time will tell.
A tear shall fall at the end of may, but even now
I don't know what day. The sun will peak over the
horzion in June, still my sadness will conquer
Explosions of flashing lights will fill the night skies
of July. As I sit here with my memories that have
gone and passed me by, but I will rest here in
the lap of August.
Maybe one day my love will realize that I loved
him/her the strongest. The days I did lose in
the oceans of September - are the days that
I wish , I could remember.
We will plant seeds in October. Hopefully we
will become wiser and act older. Autumn is to
become a great friend of November. How they
will meet - I can only ponder.
Now my visions begin to fade in the silence of
December To understand them - is to know
life's everlasting embers...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo