Falling winter skies

Touched by the falling of light breathing stars,

molding life to find its doom.

Faced in the hours of darkness,

seeking to find what’s already there.

Slowly her body caresses the water,

unscathed by her own need for love.

Soaking inside her light carries on,

for all life is dead in her pools of hope.

Black hair draped in eyes as strong as night,

she sees nothing but the end of her fall.

Leaves of autumn dance around her heart,

making room for the next song to play.









Johnny Newell