The Silver Sigh of Dawn
Written: April 29, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
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"Quote: True beauty is a ray that springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower. By Rumi"
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The springtime voice moves daintily in the air,
A silver sigh like dawnlight through the trees,
That wakes earth from winter's silent prayer.
It lures the buds with dazzling, perplexed breeze,
A mystic murmur, attractive as a rhyme,
that wanders down the meadows, talking to the bees.
Each seed now stirs, as though it recalls time—
a sleeping spark beneath the melting loam,
standing like hope in some forgotten clime
The hills grow warm; wandering winds bring home
The flocks of petals, gentle as falling snow,
Their hues light up every meadow and dome.
O Spirit Spring, whose translucent streams glow,
restore the earth—let every heartbeat grow.
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