Sunday, October 13, 2013

The Rebellion of Leaves

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Leaves buoyed by a casual wind refuse to let go of branches 
simply because it is now time for them to fall; they will go
when they are ready. They are rebellious, one and all,
and will not be ordered about
in this chaos.

Their hues may alter,
but that is of no consequence to them.
Their skin may become parched,
but soon, it will rain and they will revive,
although briefly.

They are in no hurry to ache
inside winter's cautious chill.
They have only these few moments left
to saunter beneath a warm sun 
and their greed is apparent. Let blistering breezes blow;
they will arch themselves into a sullen sky
when they feel the need to release
what they once knew to be
unrelenting truth.