November

November wind
A vision of breath
Even the sun is chilled.

Green fading to brown
Crisp, but clean
Thoughts expose lack of will.

Like broken mirror
Fragments streaming
Reckless ending.

Words tearing
Wounded flesh
Sitting in empty room.

Rearranging chairs
Changing seats
Curtains veiling gray.

No fires
No wines
Nothing to say.

Angels
Against the wall
Sing and pray.

No loss
No lies
No more to lose.

Make my way
Up the aisle
Standing before the box.

Stained glass shadows
Benches await
Coughs breaking silence.

Celebrating
Fifty years
Walking out of deserts.

Laughing children
Crying mothers
Restless souls.

Waves beating sand
Soft footsteps
Moving away.

Extended hand
No solace
For the lost.

Howling wind
Blowing dust
From aging bones.

Forgotten
Forgiven
Finally.