Without Word.

From the fingers of first
misty light,
rays
of morning shatter
dark chains,
and usher
in fresh breaks of day.

Blackbird displays
agenda for
later
sweet song,
brushes up remnants
of night,
shakes then flies away.

Smiles become partner
to light
after first
heard
dawn -bird's trills,
singing in
May-day praise
without word.

Raise then your eyes
with mine,
and see here glory
revealing
to us that only
by such can
Love walk abroad.

Kevin Wells
This is beautiful; to me it has an almost sermon-like quality and is a reminder what a lovely natural world we live in.

Karin Anderson
Glorious imagery taking me from the fingers of first misty light through the sheer beauty of nature and love. The picture gives this poem such a beautiful dimension too!

carol
thanks a lovely poem makes a good morning

Susan Jarvis
This finely crafted poem has swept this reader into a world of beauty and tranquility, and I thank you for it, Fay... and I just love thsoe 'first-heard trills'. :)

Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Ah, Ecrit tres bon, mes ami...Oui, viva l'amour, jeunne femme !\\\FjR///

RAJ NANDY
A grand love poem rendered in even grander imagery ! -Raj

Pendemic
What a beautiful visual piece that commands a smile while reading! Fay you are a true poet.