The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
The surrendered sighs of sunset
are yet murmuring among the stars
with fierce intentions of honoring light
as infinite brightness sways in the sky.
The lingering leaves
fulfill their kaleidoscopic destinies
upon this gentle breeze of passing moments,
following a hazy path that beckons their forward flight,
swirled colors dancing in their wake.
The wild wind is deep and determined
to invoke change upon this landscape -
silvered clouds caught within chaotic currents
sweep slowly across the horizon with mellow music,
obvious delight in their happy grasp upon the coming days.
I listen to soft, soulful serenades
as the sun descends into the distance.
I wish I had wings to wind my way
across this wondrous, willful world.
Summer is behind us now, streaming colors
upon these grand, glistening feathers,
leaving a languid sense of accomplishment;
Autumn rarely sings or lingers long.