For once, I watched
after waking early
the trick of the sky,
a vivid circle
creeping up
as an anniversary.
Half forget-me-not,
half sunflower,
a glowing hat
poised on the horizon,
amber flames
singe the first clouds
of morning.
Chimneys soak in light
and here
from the window
it climbs higher
ready to burn,
ready to blind.