The sun on the wall <br />throws rose shadows <br />with an invisible perfume. <br />The moon on the wall <br />grows those shadows <br />while the air is heady <br />with nightly calls. <br /> <br />Dawn on the wall <br />has no shadows <br />except morning mist, <br />and a damp perfume <br />that ladens the air, <br />unfurling with <br />early morning secrecy <br />your wings <br />through an open window. <br /> <br />Sally Plumb<br /><br />Sally Plumb Plumb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flight-29/
