Sky-Candle

sunrise over Tofino inlet

Celestial sphere,

golden orb,

you peep your smiling crimson  face up

over the mountains

and turn the world

to flame.

The birds fall silent in awe as,

majestically, you rise,

sky-candle,

gliding across the heavens,

spilling warmth and hope

for the start

of a new day.

You keep us looking up,

lift our spirits, raise our eyes 
again and again

with your empyrean sky-show.

And when, at eventide, 

in beauteous glow

you softly fade away,

you leave memories

of all that was good and golden

about today.

In my drafts file, first written for Susan's prompt, the sun, two weeks back.