Northern Lights

The sun has set not to be seen for months on end.

A crust of snow coats the land in a harsh cold trend.

The trees have long ago shed a colorful death,

And Autumn has expired, rasping its final breath.

 

A single hawk soars above wailing a lonely cry �"

His only response is the echo of a cold wind’s sigh.

The darkening sky reveals no moon in the heavens above;

A twilight grips the land with an ever-tightening glove.

 

The spirits dance in the Northern Lights;

Ancient ritual that bless the earth

Brings a colorfulness to the night

Announcing life, and love, and renewed rebirth!

 

It’s a crystal clear night with no clouds to obscure;

An earthly dance plays out on the upper stage so pure.

The delight that inspires with overwhelming awe

Etches on one’s soul digging in, deeply raw.

 

A hush, a quietness �" no more rustling leaves or calling bird,

And listen, nature! For a cracklin’ can be heard.

A drapery hanging, delicately, flowing across the skies.

Alas the show completes, the curtains close and the scene dies.

 

The spirits dance in the Northern Lights;

Ancient ritual that bless the earth

Brings a colorfulness to the night

Announcing life, and love, and renewed rebirth!

 

A lucid memory lingers of an event not easily forgotten

Stamped into consciousness never fading �" not there, not then.

But, wait, there’s always another act. Toss aside feelings forlorn!

Like a cycle round, glance up, for the pageantry shines reborn!

 

The spirits dance in the Northern Lights;

Ancient ritual that bless the earth

Brings a colorfulness to the night

Announcing life, and love, and renewed rebirth!

 

 

Copyright © 2010 Larry Coffey

 

Reviews

[Sophster300]

Wow! Really really good. This poem has a really nice flow, well done! :)