Mi na Samhna (November) re-posted from 11/12

                                                                                

Mi na Samhna

(November)

She came,

cloaked in gray,

somber in her arrival

I sought the sun,

so well hidden

in her shadows

of  dying

vines,

sleepy in the  fruitless waiting 

for rebirth.

She promised resurrection

but faith is hard to come by

when hands clench

in the cold remembrance

of all that has perished.

I have tried to embrace her,

her touch is cold,

reminding

that all things end.