January 6 (2015!): This Gull is on Fire

A common gull that flew toward the dawn
Was suddenly with pinkish orange aflame,
As lead by alchemy had undergone
Its transformation, baseness overcame.

I knew it was a trick of light, and yet
Its unexpected beauty gave me pause,
I fixed it in my mind, not to forget
The transient perfection that it was-

For who among us would not wish to be
But for an instant, thus illuminated,
That all who were so lucky as to see
Should with the memory be ever sated?

As sunlight may banal surfaces gild,
Am I when I with gratitude am filled.

With heartfelt thanks to those who helped me through 2014 with their support and kind words.

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