I doubt this month will be worse than other months. They're all difficult in their ways.

I like Shelley. "Ode to the West Wind"? My favorite part is near the end:

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!