sun should heel
this unteachable sky
shamelessly
blooming into pinks
anticipating heat
but waits
until birds shout it
all the way awake
singing it day
with flow into
dark
flocking glyphs
their winged smile
shapes in flying
a name
unpronounceable
to these lips
of dawn breaking
Susan Daniels Poetry 
wish dawn could speak!
Me too. I was listening, hard.
“blooming into pinks, anticipating heat” – sight and sense, color, tansformations and sensible heat converge…innocently :-), and nature awakens…and the birds, like glyphs scattered in the sky fly – appeals to sight combine and sounds/noises of morning birds in flight. Dawn! Beautiful!
…now I am blooming into reds. Thank you. Maybe words for dawn would be overwhelming–something so beautiful perhaps does not need words to speak, as it already speaks to us so strongly without them.
Sfam…do you know what they call dawn in the UK? Dawn Chorus. You have just defined that very thing! Lovely
Wow–thanks. What a beautiful thing to call it.
I agree…and you’ve captured it.
I agree with Rhonda. And what I like best about this is how there is a fragmentary, broken cadence to the verses which works to bring out color in splinters. . . like dawn. Can you tell that I really like this?
Thank you, Jeremy–and you caught that 🙂
Wasn’t sure it would work…
It’s got a great feel.
Thank you!
A lovely description…
Thanks so much, Nelle.
U make it bloom and moan, a beautiful gloaming of tastes in words~ Thanks again friend ~Deborah
Thanks so much, Deb–glad you liked!