A Kind Angel Calls Here
Light glows
from the
old house window
like something warm
lives inside
Molten sunrise,
born at
the ocean's edge,
pours radiance
through
the second storey
windowpane
First,
a sliver of light,
blooms to
blazing rectangles
of gold, flaxen,
then
lightless again
The sun
visits the old house
at daybreak,
its brilliance,
benevolent,
like a kind angel,
calls here