She cried: November,
herald of discontent,
Why bring the North Wind
here, why seed despair?
You sow a bitter mood. You
snap wills bent
By hunger, swoop on wings
from branches bare
To prey upon the weak rapacious souls
And pick upon the bones of broken dreams.
Why mock the sheep, the meek who know their roles –
Sad actors drifting by on mortal streams?
November calmed: to fully
feel content,
Appreciate the sting, the
entire year,
Not just the birthday cake, the thrill of goals
Achieved. Accept the
knowledge darkly sent
On winds that cold brings contrast
needed here.
The price of warmth is tortured winter souls.
The springtime feast isn’t all it seems.
Embrace la difference which colors dreams.
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