Boot weather

She breathed in, and then out again,
air
colder than the dark afternoon
as if
death had already seized her limp
soul
Staring into the gray blue autumn
sky
watching the still clouds frozen
as if
the very last moment before the ice age came
to freeze
Remnants of life and love and hope
in
the pictures scratched by the bare, stark
twigs
that cling listlessly to yellow threads of
life
Lingering in the cold, all alone again til her
breath
shatters the stillness of death's frozen
scene when
she dreams of sleep's blanket, to awaken one
day
the new life, the warmth, and promise of
spring