November Poem by Randal Johnson

My unsettled thoughts
Seem to stir in November,
And I wonder, do you have
A month that you dread?

A time or a season
When angels forsake you
To gather in valleys
With wings to be shed?

When hope turns to sand
Sifting fast through your fingers
Cascading o'er beaches
Where memories still play?

Where you walk to your future,
And follow your own path,
And leave behind footprints
That waves sweep away?

And I wonder today
Could you swim in that ocean
On the blackest of nights
Without any fear?

As the wind on my neck
Coldly curls up to whisper
In the voice of a memory
'November is here.'