Aurora Borealis
Collisions
That's all it is
The pragmatist would say
Between gaseous particles
In the upper atmosphere
With charged particles
From the sun
So spare and logical
This description
Preferring to watch
This hypnotic nebulous light show
A more mercurial elucidation
Seems fitting
I gather my shawl
Closer about my shoulders
Against the cool lake breeze
Gazing northward
The goddess Aurora
Paints the night sky canvas
With icy swans
A heavenly dance
To a silent song
Of the spirits of loved ones
Long since gone
I don't remember how old I was the first time I saw the Northern Lights. All I know is that I fell in love with the swirling, magical light show. I do know that looking up at the night sky has always fascinated me, whether it's the moon I'm focused on or the stars, or waiting patiently for a meteor shower to begin, or escaping the city lights in pre-dawn hours to view Haley's comet. I wrote this after observing the Aurora Borealis near a prairie lake around midnight a few years ago. Of course there was a man there. He was the least interesting aspect of the evening.
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