Cloak of Silence

Written by: Bernadette Langer

she wore that same faded yellow
the cloak of October I called it
of the dying and the fading away

cheeks like willow trees, hollow
jagged gasps, cutting
the warmth of memory

eyes holding the blankness
of infertility
as if life had fallen into dormancy
beyond conception

she would lift bony hands
trying to capture the living
in a frail grasp

but time was drowning,
slipping deeper into sleep
sinking beneath consciousness

and breath labored
across chest's deepening valley
to settle like leaves
in Autumn silence...