November Song

In the blood and in the glory,
In the ice and in the rain,
In the dust that falls from heaven,
Will we walk this way again?

In November's wistful sunsets,
In the footprints in the sand,
Under bare and rattling branches,
Will we walk this way again?

It's the longest walk I've ever taken,
The sand is stinging, cold and raw.
But when I look over my shoulder
Our footsteps stop outside the door.

One day soon we'll touch the doorknob,
Where our fingers intertwine.
Cold brass melting under our hands,
Will we walk this way again?

November Hurts, Sometimes

The sand is all covered with dry dead leaves, they skitter across the cobblestones like brown leather moths while the Sun walks away south and the sky whispers, "November."

It's the dry, dead, fast cooling valley between the end of summer, and all those warm promises, and the end of the year, when we light candles in the night and hold hands 'round burning Yule logs.

And I hope I can hold on that long....

Prayer For My Friend

Dear God,
Please give her the peace
of a tree going to sleep for the winter,
breathing slow and easy
as the leaves blow down to the ground.

Please protect her,
and keep her safe.
Let no one and nothing
hurt her or harm her
in any way.

Please teach her how to love herself,
so she can love others,
and let them love her.

And please help her to be happy....
and if I can be your instrument to teach her that skill,
just tell me what to do,
You know I would do anything for her.