October

It’s funny how this month

October

This year it truly feels

Like the month of Death

Warm days growing colder

The chill hanging in the air

Leaves crunching underfoot

Their sweet perishing scent

Catching in my nostrils

There is life still

And yet, the silence beckons

As though the grave were reaching

Whispers of collapse

Where one fails to rise again

A gentle sleep entrapping

Like spiders to nullify the pain

All my thoughts

Grow dark now

Like the days

But somewhere deep

Beyond the fading light

I consider

The cycle needn’t end here

If we prepare for Winter’s kiss

If we garner up our strength

With roots that run down deep

Holding fast through the darkness

Refusing eternal sleep

For a day will come

Without a doubt

When the sun returns

And new life will sprout

I hope in this

While Death lingers at my door

I will not go out like a light

For I still hope in the evermore

I will not give up

Yes, and though I descend

I will rise once more

To begin again