To Heights of a Growing, Glowing Purple Tinge

To Heights of a Growing, Glowing Purple Tinge
(c)2011, Leah Randelle Page


Snowy disaster crushing by its weight
To isolate each resident entrapped
Each wrapped in drifting, white sand art
Imparting heat from within each snugged
Sweet hug of houses glowing, firelight
With smokestack height, the signs of life
Winding skyward from strife - to show,
Through hope exercising its patience
Whence feet of white siege be dug out,
There be, about, a sense of expectancy
As entrancing drip drip drip from the eaves
Believe tomorrow's sun shall yet come

So it's begun in darkness hovering
The new day discovering the ravages of
Yesterday's savaged, swallowed and broken,
Unveiled branches pokin' through at dim horizon
As the sun's a'risin' with interminable pace
To smile it's face, so the buried we survey
The storm's remains....Shock! for nature's duel
Over jewel-encrusted, silver trees has climbed
To heights of a growing, glowing purple tinge,
A subtle singe - a morning mercy unfurled
Over winter-weary world, and shadows tracing
From top branches down as the sun goes up

So stops each of us, and we be still and know
That so is the warmth of grace and God