September

Crisp air and apple cider

reminds me of walks threw fallen leaves

sweatshirts and hand holding around open fires

so begins the cycle of my grieving.

October

Children chatter about costumes

morning breath comes in puffs

a coldness creeps into my smiles

and close friends quickly call my bluff

November

I am supposed to be Thankful

and I suppose there is good reason

you are at peace, not in pain anymore

but somehow that doesn’t quite fit the season