Folds are unfolding, colour rainbowing
Within black velvet fields of midnight sky.
Aurora comes nigh.
Random smooth movement, streams of lowering
Magnetic silk take control, our sighing
As Aurora rides by is eclipsed now
By her billowing dance. Cohorts captured,
She flickers charged veils until dawn, vowing
To outstage the Sun. Then performs rapturous
Solar displays with breathtaking changes.
Aurora flies high.
This luminous beauty beguiles all ages.
Aurora's not shy.
Of course, what did I expect? No less than perfection in this intriguing poem. I must admit that I see a kinship here with another writer that I had not noticed before. The grace and care with which the deeper thoughts are presented to the reader is brilliant. Hxx
Rich and vivid portrayal of the Northern Lights, thank you Fay, 10 Lynda xx
Aurora Borealis, ahh those northern lights delight like your poetry fay... Andy 10
A fabulous natural phenomona described so beautifully by your gentle mind Fay.... wonderful read...thank you...Fi 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very descripted, i felt as if i was watching the aurora. Great poem.