sunshine

Southern Sunrise, ~ Sylvia Plath

Colour of lemon, mango, peach,
These storybook villas
Still dream behind
Shutters, their balconies
Fine as hand -
Made lace, or a leaf-and-flower pen sketch.

Tilting with the winds,
On arrowy stems,
Pineapple-barked,
A green crescent of palms
Sends up its forked
Firework of fronds.

A quartz-clear dawn
Inch by bright inch
Gilds all our Avenue,
And out of the blue drench
Of Angels' Bay
Rises the round red watermelon sun.