Vibrant green swoops
thread across arching dark
curtain across stars.
Hissing over snow glazed land
Aurora, herald of the sun
our lady of the night
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife
Anything and Everything, but mostly Poetry
I would like to see this in person someday.
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Oh, yes, same here.
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The green and red streams of light always remind me of curtains waving in the wind – like vast curtains of light in the sky.
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I have never seen the Lights in real life, only photos and videos. :(
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No, neither have I. I have only seen them on TV.
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So we are in the same boat!
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Wonderfully descriptive. Nothing compares to seeing it in real life (sometimes putting up with frozen fingers and toes!).
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:)
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Lovely poem. Wish I could see it in my part of the sky!
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Same here!
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