Terry D. Sutherland

NOVEMBER

A cruel west wind has started
It is November
The icy sharp wind cuts through
The prairie
Announcing the season of dying
The season of death
The wind has issued a proclamation
All things have a season to live
A season to die
Even the cruel west wind must die in March
And be reborn as a lamb
In the season of new life
It is fitting that the cruel west wind
Of a dying relationship
Sweep through lives in November
For two new lives will emerge
In March