A white blanket will fall upon January. It will cover my heart and freeze my soul into solitaire. A love will blossom in the mist of February. Unknown to me, that love will remain a mystery. My luck will fail in the medows of March. For my life will deplete and become parched. Still - my heart will break in the hands of April. A story that only time will tell. A tear shall fall at the end of may, but even now I don't know what day. The sun will peak over the horzion in June, still my sadness will conquer the afternoon. Explosions of flashing lights will fill the night skies of July. As I sit here with my memories that have gone and passed me by, but I will rest here in the lap of August. Maybe one day my love will realize that I loved him/her the strongest. The days I did lose in the oceans of September - are the days that I wish , I could remember. We will plant seeds in October. Hopefully we will become wiser and act older. Autumn is to become a great friend of November. How they will meet - I can only ponder. Now my visions begin to fade in the silence of December To understand them - is to know life's everlasting embers... Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo