Awakening

It came with the sun, came, and drew the curtain back from the glass. It came and looked into the small cocoon; from it blossomed color on the tiny hidden wings, from it blossomed the stirring of flight, from it blossomed the closed bud. It came with the sun, and the cold oven grew warm from it, and the weight came onto the pan of the scale; the tallow lamp stayed in the back room. The sleeper rose when morning came with the clear sun...