Friday, July 12, 2013

Vintage




The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton










Even within the shadows of a vast and jaded heart,
there is a spot of soil where light turns inward,
waiting for the wind to deliver a nascent seed.
We may become vintage, devolve into sepia reminiscences,
yet Love remembers we were once bright and bold, 
when we knew we still had wings.