In autumn’s breath, a whisper fades,
Through forests dense, in twilight’s shade.
A poet’s light, now softly wanes,
Her verses etched in time’s remains.
The stars now mourn, their glimmers pale,
As echoes of her words prevail.
A soul so fierce, yet gentle too,
In every line, her spirit grew.
Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Her legacy continues to flow.
In hearts and minds, she’ll ever stay,
A beacon light, to guide our way.
Though death has claimed her mortal frame,
Her essence lives, in words aflame.
Edna’s voice, through time, will soar,
Immortal now, forevermore.