Saturday, June 29, 2013

Bold you are, Bird, bright

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Bold you are, Bird, bright
with fragrant innocence, 
vivid in songs of darkness as it comes.

Preening before flight, 
your inquisitive head stutters in movement;
your moment has arrived.
Tucking your tiny, barbed feet beneath,
you leave soil below and seek the breadth of sky.

You are courageous and graceful
as you ascend into this intimate ballet
between you and defiance of gravity.

The wind aids your journey
time and again
until you finally fall
and stillness claims your frail gift 
as its own.