Cloak of Silence

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...