The Northern Lights
In Alaska far away, up in the frozen skies,
An aura, the aurora borealis on display;
The ionosphere alight with vibrant color,
Curtains of red, green, yellow, and white.
Static electricity, pigments of spectrum,
Crackling, rippling in perfect magnificence;
Phosphorent lights in rhythm, in sequence,
Veil after veil flashing across night skies.
In awe and in wonder, one watches,
What could have created this splendor?
How close it can seem in Arctic terrain,
Ice fog interrupted by its royal presence.
The theater of heaven, and night skies aglow,
The neon’s, the brightness, the grandeur;
From Iceland to Siberia, Canada and Alaska,
Undeniable, Trans-arctic, heavenly;
Wave after wave your eyes take it in,
Spellbound, mystified, awestruck, absorbed..
Warmed within, forgetting the minus forty fahrenheit;
How long will it last, how long can you stand?
Since time began, is it a law in physics,
Or a divine display of stately order?
What is your opinion, what could this be,
Certainly not man, not even thinkable.
You are the spectator, made to wonder,
At bands of intricate order, beauty and grace;
Universe design, before engineering began,
Nothing comparable, not in the skies,
As they are eternal, these Northern Lights.
June 10, 2012
© 2012 Oscar Jones