November Blues

I don't do Novembers well.
It's just me, I know.
Others are out partying,
decorating their houses
with Christmas lights.

For me it's asthma month,
breathing becomes difficult,
frigid air sears my lungs.
I bundle up like a mummy,
still the cold numbs my feet.

November is full of memories
of deceased family members.
The echo of my father's voice
(after my mother passed away)
"There'll be no Christmas this year."

It's not that I don't try.
I devote more time to meditation,
search for my place of contentment.
Sometimes, I even find it.
I look forward to a kinder month.