Fallen

She breathed in, and then out again

air

colder than the dark afternoon

as if

death had already seized her limp and careless

soul

Staring into the gray blue autumn

sky

watching the still clouds freezing

as if

the very last moment before the ice age came

to stall

Remnants of life, love and hope

in

the pictures etched by the sharpness of the bare, stark

twigs

that cling listlessly to the yellow threads of the power of

life

Lingering in the cold, all alone again til the warmth of her

breath

shattered the stillness of death's frozen

scene
when she dreamed of sleep's blanket, to awaken one

day

the new life, the hope, and the treasure of

being