The moment is as delicate as flowers.
A call for trillium is a call for spring.
Dawn rises fragile as a yellow bird.
How many ways can light say beautiful?
Vocabulary fails to capture it.
The essence is too rare for human speech.
And yet from somewhere far across the world,
I feel the brightness of your warm regards.
Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-light/
