A Poem about the Northern Lights
Up north, when it’s clear and forty below. The spirits of our ancestors come out to dance and play. I swear you can hear music play when alI is still.
Splashing colors in the cold dark sky, they whip, flow, collapse and expand. As they play on solar winds, no concern of mortal life, energy set free.
They dance over the mountains, valleys of this wild land. Giving color at night, a welcomed change for the black, white, grey winter days.
Late at night walking in the crunching snow, watching this lovely show. If you let go, it’ll touch your soul, it will never leave you no matter where you go.
Like a siren song, it’ll beckon you, to this wild north land. To see again ancestors dance and play o’er the last frontier.
Mam and Dad
21st October 2023