november

Written by: Sandra Adams

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