seasons through time

 every year it is my constant companion.

halloween peeks over the horizon.

the flood of feelings tick up the incline.

november comes the next day and the descent flips my stomach.  

waves of sadness, loneliness, that ebb and flow, crest and crash. 

turbulent and volatile.  

and the new year arrives.

i'm on the beach battered and torn, wet and cold, 

but still alive.