Will November Feel the Same?

It is September and I am still tired still yearning for change that I know won’t come still searching for some kind of a feeling through a pile of fallen leaves, this ground definitely seems to have hardened now because the grass doesn’t blow in the wind like it used to, and I don’t feel the same, either. But it’s okay and I’m okay. I’m afraid my bones will freeze this winter and I’ve grown rather tired of searching through all of these dead leaves on October’s hardened ground. I think my heart feels the same. Burdened and buried yet benevolent. I’ve tried to dust off the decorations but it collects like tears on my pillow late at night when the storm pounds within me like rain on my picture window, it looks as if the clouds are breaking up, but no, they haven’t. October looms before me like those ghosts on the television set, except I am frightened by this sure scene before me. Will November feel the same?