Angels at Play
I see beauty in a vicious storm
An enraged green sea suspended above
Opposing winds churn and whirl the nimbus
A strange fierce loveliness to behold
After the storm, something uncommon
Green gives way to a gold that glows
On trees and fences and yards and homes
Heaven’s light breaks through for tired old souls.
Just beyond the sharp black trees
Gold gives way to bright burnished bronze
Like neon orange, I’ve never before seen
As bright in the sky as fire at night.
In the horizon, mountainous clouds
Peach colored and lined with metallic bronze
Ignite in flame at the touch of the sun
Flames doused in minutes as night is pulled on.
Michele Marie
