Saturday, June 29, 2013


The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Well he knows the whirring rise of slow feathers,
the deep gloom of fierce wind's attending flourish.

He lifts his gentle, fragile heart beneath his flurry of wings,
serene with wisdom sought.

He understands bent boughs and leaves crisped 
as they fall to the ground, 
the changes wrought by season's passing glance.

He nests in borrowed warmth, 
burrowing under his patience of winter.