Swift wings are tipped with brief poetic gold. <br />Luminous flight sustains its fragile self. <br />The moment is as rare as a May frost. <br />Small glitters are enriched with their own charm. <br /> <br />The wonder of that appalachian gleam <br />Paints the bird's image on your window glass. <br />I think you understand the mood is now. <br />It has no will to ever come again. <br /> <br />Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swift-wings/
