Northern lights, painted
From nature's hand, brushstrokes of
The celestial sky
northern lights
erupting in midnight skies
~ a fiery dance
electrifying
when peering through earth's skylight
angels love the sight
effects arising
from hued sun so far and near
like scent of rose dear
magical with moon
above crisp snow and pine trees
nature's mysteries
skies largely maroon
with pastels of the spectrum
night's ageless stardom
God mixing colours
~above us the sky flashes~
a masterpiece made
unbelievable
what mother nature painted
for us to enjoy
northern lights beauty
~up there where we all look at~
our unknown sweet home
Upon the stage, curtains wave and part;
halos arise from black velvet canvas, an aurora-lime dance.
Arced streamers among the nimbus lends it’s flavors of cherry and
orange, personality to a taste of the ethers.
A display of lavender-pink tones are electric kisses and promenade.
A luminous do-see-do sparks crescendo, a gods warm breath.
The northern winds and the waters echo the notes
sung by the goddess of the dawn as, she dines
and dances her masterpiece upon heaven’s canvas.
Resplendent beauty of Heaven’s smile is etched upon
etched upon the painted sky. This...display,
ecstasy to the human eyes.
Shirley had always dreamed of seeing the Aurora Borealis.
One night she was awakened by a giant polar bear named Alice.
I am taking you to Norway, to see the northern lights, she said.
Shirley was taken swiftly across the ice in some large sled.
The lights were better than she could have imagined with her mind.
Thank you Alice, she said to her faerie god-Animal; you were very kind.
I can take you to the Antarctic too, if you want to see the ice flow.
Maybe later, Shirley told her. For I am a bit tired of this frozen snow.
So, Shirley went to sleep, and her faerie god-Animal went away.
But she knew if she needed her, Alice would return with glee that day.
It’s terrific to know that a large white polar bear has my back Shirley said.
Her parents smiled at her whimsy and tucked her back into her bed.
where unfolding
on the night's
tapestry,
no stars
or golden
moment
appear,
even
the winds
sat
in silence,
waiting,
watching
the night
give birth
to
artistic
movements,
gather,
poised
and producing
colorful
streaming
radiance,
iridescent
colors weaving,
blazing
into existence,
each
flowing freely
and aggressively
within each
patient hour,
no remorse given,
none expected,
all conveying
such wonder
to the delight
of all
surveying
eyes.
A one-dimensional photo cannot capture the beauty of Aurora Borealis
Mere ordinary everyday words could never explain these feelings.
I stare into God’s Iceland oasis sf blues, greens and purples
My heart and soul want to draw or write of it,
My muse knows better, she is too intimidated to get started
We both understand that there is only one entity who is
capable of drawing or painting it.
I put down my pen and lie back to enjoy
this ultimate gorgeous sky which can never be lived or felt
in the best of poetry, music, artwork or song.
Aurora Borealis, the work of the Master Artist.
Polar Bears feel the Northern Lights before they arrive
They have a spiritual connection with this cosmic anomaly
People of the north do not question the mysticism in this
When the solar winds stir magic
Unleashed beauty a riot of colour
It undulates and swells, ecstatic
In darkness I stand and wonder
Colours sublime capture my mind
Turmoil of life far, far away
Life on hold not counting time
Arura Borealis forever and a day
bringing mysticism into vogue
arctic lights are more flamboyant than rainbows
there is a stillness that inspires reverence
heaven surely can get no closer to earth
I want to run with the sky to the source
a wolf howls in the distance
toasty warm I stare at the horizon
magic oozes into my spirit, reviving my soul
as I watch the sky goddesses and gods dance
knowing I will remember this every day of my life
they will probably follow me through the veil
I figure this is what the road to heaven looks like
They came dancing without rules,
fervent visitants, fanning flamingo dresses of furious prisms,
figments so lustrous, figurantes in gleeful percussive permutations,
Their luminous spectral syncopation dazzling against a stark dark vista,
against the opaque nocturnal skyline, against all the bruises of one’s psyche.
They came dancing.
They were currents of tormented effulgence, wave upon wave,
a rocky glistening sea, a silent tumultuous celebration.
To behold is to be enraptured, to abandon all wretchedness,
to suspend all awareness of the human capacity for cruelty.
In the flood of the flaming sky, one is lifted by inexplicable wings,
by the ballroom careening intoxication.
They came dancing without rules.
In Iceland we settled down in a comfortable downy bed.
My man’s arm was a comfy spot for me to rest my head.
It’s a light show that you will see only once in your life.
I loved hearing his voice, knowing he now called me wife.
This honeymoon was a dream I did not think possible at all.
Yet, my husband made it come true; he is certainly a doll.
When he showed me the tickets I loved him a tiny bit more
Which is unbelievable for he I truly a hundred percent adore.
The light show began about nine p.m. Iceland time.
The photos do Northern Lights no justice, they prance in a rhyme.
I watched with fascination as they showed off their magic in the sky.
I know I will never have a better honeymoon, thanks to my sweet guy
cracked heart listing in the night~ God crushing the fear into northern lights
white icelandic snow
beneath natural light show ~
emerald green shroud
Written 26 January 2020
For contest Nature themed haiku with color
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