After seeing Aurora as part of a television programme
I was prompted to write a verse about this amazing display.
Folds of colour begin rainbowing within
black velvet fields,
the midnight is giving way as Aurora starts
brightening the sky.
Streamings like spunsilk arise, undulate in smooth
random beams, and
magnetic flickering moves in as Aurora parts
ribbons to bedazzle the eye.
Swirls of veils billowing like silk float and ignite
her fiery display,
such light is upstaging the moon, as Aurora darts
glitter to stars shooting by
Shimmering gauzy shades of luminous sky-dives
bewitch each breath, all
watchers are awed by such glory as Aurora arcs
more on a final electrical high.
wonderful , rich description of a phenomenon that pleases the soul ...though I wonder what is more beautiful ...your poem or Aurora...