Tuesday, 9 October 2012

The Lights

Last night we saw the northern lights.
A ridge of phosphor
raining down brilliance.
I have not seen them
for the last 
quarter century.
The last time was when
I carried my newly
 adopted
seven year old daughter
lightweight and frail
after four homes
and two shelters.
Then they were red
the holy grail spilling
into our lives.
Last night they were green,
shifting hue coiling,
dropping shafts in the dark
like rain in the mountains.
Is God speaking?
For now my daughter 
has a son.

3 comments:

  1. I really like this poem. The Scots call these Northern lights "merrie dancers" and bringers of joy, like night music, the sky singing.

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