The month that carried me
The season of the sun and rainfall
The cumulus clouds clustered over heavier this year
The heat choked my airways with no breeze to subside
And the showers came down for hours until the land I stood on was flooded
This is suppose to be my time of revival
A new age
A moment to gather my heart and fill the room with the faces that belonged to them
But my garden is bare
The flowers hold no nectar for they have dried out
And the seeds I buried have been washed out
But at least when fall comes
I won’t be expecting a harvest
Instead everything will be uprooted
And when the winter passes and spring is to come
I’ll be laying down rich soil to nourish the new life
As redemption to my losses.