North Light

From dark branches, a faint phosphorescence
Ribbons of pink, yellow, and violet stream
Hiding in shadows of half illumined memory
Dad whispers – “Aurora Borealis, Aurora Borealis”
The arc of time begins to twist and bend
With the windy ripple of remembrance
We turned around on the great icy bridge
Sequestered from the rest of the world
Stumbling out into the wintery abyss
We witnessed eternity and infinity colliding
The flickering wind brushed the
Lavender curtain of sky
Our pale yellow cottage swallowed by
A mass of gamboling opal snow
Blue waves and ruby red fires
Filled our eyes with color
Midnight’s silence met with our
Awe as electricity collided
With the Earth’s magnetic field
A moment when our energy mirrored the
Oxygen and nitrogen at play around us
One jubilant atom of love and light
 “When all is gone,
The gems of nature will still sparkle,”
Words as true as the north light
Melt on my tongue.

Published January 1, 2019