Friday, 6 April 2007

Aurora by Taylor Graham

The Northern Lights hang
in hot green arcs and seething violet,
a silken canopy slipping by instants
into dark, a whispered
secret of the polar night.

Do we dare step out
of the armor of our day, our
doors and ceiling,
and shiver
under the burning sky?

Taylor Graham, California, USA

1 comment:

Crafty Green Poet said...

I've never seen the Northern Lights, but this is a wonderful description and then the challenge to our way of seeing life. Somehow it seems appropriate to Easter.