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 house at daybreak its brilliance benevolent like a kind angel calls here by Joan MacIntosh Joan MacIntosh lives in St. John's, Newfoundland and writes poetry, fiction and essays, paints and journals. Her poetry has been previously published in TickleAce, Leafpress, Newfoundland Herald, and other publications. She finds that simple visual images find themselves in poetry and paintings and often discovers haiku through journal writing. This poem was originally published by Words, Bumps and Noises. j.macintosh@nf.sympatico.ca
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