Late August: a poem by E. C. Traganas

forest path, image by Joe, on Pixabay, modified

Late August

Late August as I walked the burnished path

the evening sun had lit across a marbled sky.

Sweet alyssum and phlox sang silent hymns of light,

oak leaves, aspen, vines of grape turned copper

shooting rays of white-washed auburn lakes

into the pools of mist that formed within my eyes.

Wreath-haired mothers listen:

a child speaks in maple-colored tongues.

A faceless youth breaks past,

scratching nails of drums into my ears.

I cannot hear. The sun is brandishing a chord,

an organ-point with pipes of sound,

laud temples, clouds, a choral mass,

as I, transported, sight unbound.

E.C. Traganas, author of the debut novel Twelfth House and Shaded Pergola, 

a collection of short poetry with original illustrations, has published in The

San Antonio Review, Ibbetson Street Press, Agape Review, The Penwood Review, Wilderness House Literary Review, Story Sanctum, The Society

of Classical Poets, Confetti Magazine, Persimmon Tree, and numerous other literary magazines. She enjoys a professional career as a Juilliard-trained concert pianist

& composer, has held over 40 nationally-curated exhibitions of her artwork, and is the founder/director of Woodside Writers, a literary forum based in New York. www.elenitraganas.com

November 2024 issue