rolling up the darkness before her
dawn comes again
her paint pots full to overflowing
she streaks the palest of icy blue
with the warmth of salmon
and sunflowers
fingers of deliverance
reach down from the heavens
dance across the frozen lake top
and break into fissures
of singing color
all along the edges
where pale slumbering grasses
promise their return
an eagle rises from an anchored log
calling his praises
into the magnificence
©3january2016