Northern Lights
I have only seen a glimmer of the Aurora Borealis while on Iona, still I can feel its magic and see them as a sort of dance. It’s also included in the Anthology published by ForWords, the writers group I’m a member of.
Northern Lights
Black sky meets
water and sand
in the dense, long
northern night.
Quiet expands
inhabiting every cell,
all sleep,
dawn is far.
Frozen air
slips into raindrops
pelting rocks,
creating landscape.
Wind joins in,
tearing at dunes
knocking at chimneys
ruffling feathers.
A sudden tear in the curtain
and blackness glimmers.
On the horizon
a dance of light.
Foaming from the sea
green and golden.
Twirls and loops
following their own music.
A luminescent ballet
on a dark stage.
Leslie Jones, February 2024
