The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Flowers remember with tender bitterness
the wild and willful pleasure you found in a moment
composed of only roots and stones, neglecting
their fragile scents with your broad hand,
your brimming eyes.
They have forgiven you with songs of unfolding silk;
dusky petals drift fragrances slowly
across somber soil embracing you now.