october rushed out

with a crashing of waves

stirred up in a hurricane of

yes and no and maybe

and enough tears to match

the weather,

and then november tiptoed in

quietly, like the first snowfall

brisk and soft and sleepy

willing all the chaos in the

aftermath of the storm

to a peaceful slumber.

i hope november's quiet lullaby

brings peace like winter nights

and new hope glittering

like sunrise on snow,

and that when the year finally

lays itself to a final rest,

everything will still feel

as fresh as a deep breath

of this bright and icy awakening.