The Cold of November

as I transcend
from the chill of october
I look into the wind
and I find
the depths of the cold of november
filling up
my watering eyes

the warmth of the summer months
ancient memories
or so they seem
when the rays from the sun
washed down upon me

I search
and try to find
that spark to keep me warm
currents flow from the back of mind
as teardrops begin to form

as frozen glaziers
form in my eyes
my withering spirit erodes
icicles of blood recounting time
while my struggling heartbeat slows

the depths of the cold of november
brings a sorrowful song
into my soul
my cracking voice attempts to sing
and shatters into the winds that blow