November Dreams
i look in the mirror of your eyes
and see
terminus of hope long departed
along a stream of wishes unfulfilled.
i see rooms within my heart
shuttering windows
clicking locks
against the impending
November of my dreams—
dreams once spun
out of filmed silk,
woven into
tapestries of dreams and wishes
now sag and fray in October’s mist.
summer’s bliss, gone
and in its place
a wizened parcel of soul
left out to dry---
parched in autumnal wind.
if i touch your hand
can I turn back the clock
sow again
the greenery
of spring’s bloom
in dappled light?
watch your eyes
until you lose the blue of sea
against the paleness
of summer’s haze?
can i rekindle
the fire within me?
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013