A Message For November

I wrote my poems on late summer leaves

With white crayon,

And through tall, wild grass,

I walked away

So careful not to step on wishes;

There seemed to be a lot of them

 Surrounding my bare feet that day

A message for November;

We would have waited for one another

If either of us could stay

But there is so much living

And changing to do,

And only the trees have time

To stand around and sway

Any lover of life and nature

Would know what I wrote

And why I left my words

so clustered there

When it’s time for those words
 to be read

They’ll have one last dance

With the breezy air

But I know,

when the wind freezes,

You, who never

Exits a party too soon,

 will hold out

Two open hands

To catch their mortal fall

And spin them around some more,

Like youth in golden dreams

Beneath a winter moon

When the dizziness subsides

those words will spread out
inside a heart shaped wish
and life will make more sense

as it ends
just as it begins

signed
Love Always