Jul. 4th, 2018 at 10:47 AM
The sunlight speaks. And its voice is a bird:
It glimmers half-guessed half seen half-heard
Above the flower-bed. Over the lawn...
A flashing dip and it is gone.
And all it lends to the eye is this--
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
(Harry Kemp)

Comments
I love how you phrased it :)
Glad you liked the poem. It was one of the poems in Brookgreen Gardens; I'd posted a photo in the comments to this entry; take a look ;)
Happy 4th of July; good to see you here!
Thanks, and happy 4th to you as well!
that's where I came across it