November Mourning

A teardrop seed
Of a painful
Sorrow

Planted in a heart
Overwhelmed, and
Weeping

I still reflect your
Presence in this
November.

In grief, my heart
Bids me to
Show

This ripe lonesomeness
Drawn in my lips;
Sighs,

For a cold November
Without your
Presence.

Candles, crosses, dark skies,
Rain, moist grasses,
Rosaries.

We cry.