|Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth|
The shadows wane against the wall
as summer burns and slowly turns,
ebbing quietly to fall.
The trees take on a different hue,
blazing bright in fading light…
A hundred thousand words imbue--
yet insufficiently recite,
nor validate, substantiate
these visions captured in our sight
Ambivalent, the songbirds sing --
their hearts rejoice with tempered voice
while dormant winter waits in wing.
© Ginny Brannan August 2012