November's Cradle

By Jinky Mae Aduana

In November's grasp, I am held the tightest 

Candlelight flames spark my existence, 

Illuminating those I have left behind, 

Both souls and faces. 

In November's cradle, I carelessly sway 

Like a newborn wrapped in a tapestry of hues in disarray 

Tones, both cool and warm, replace my dull, sunken grays.

 My coldness melts in November's warm embrace 

Her hands around me displays her somber grace 

And only to her will I unveil the emotions simmering, 

Albeit quietly, beneath my face 

November's lullaby, a melodic ember 

And if I am granted one wish 

Despite being denied of existence,

 It is for November to hold me, and keep me alive in her mind forever.