DEAR OCTOBER

I can feel you coming,
Lingering
Like breath on the ear lobe
Probing on the back of my neck
Like a stabbing question
Left unanswered, awakened by this chill
Hanging in the air heavy and opaque,
Just be gentle October
On my fragile state
Because my state of mind,
Not as agile as it used to be
Worries incessantly,
Will my old bones cope with the looming cold
Will they be crushed to dust,
Ebbed and swept away
Ashes to ashes
To cover the same ground,
I slipped upon, and lay broken on
Finally settling like frost.