The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Edward Weston and Margrethe Mather 1922 by Imogen Cunningham
The night is fluent and deep.
a pastiche of rising tides,
awaits my immersion.
You gather me like fragrant leaves
even as you sleep, pull me into your dream
until we are wrapped together within these boughs
and dream of fall, ablaze.