Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Forest of Your Smile

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

They shimmer bronze, like a summer breeze.
Your hands describe curves of the moon.
Orchids rise upon your breath, stems curl as lips in laughter.
I whisper, “How green are my eyes tonight?”
You tell me leaves turn over when rain comes near and birds are silent.