Poems

Dance of the North

There’s a strange, strange dance that takes place in the north,

It’s a treasure if ever seen.

The pinks and blues and greens caught forth,

More a beauty’s never been



It shimmers and shines and twists and turns,

It  puts on quite a show.

It dances about as if it yearns,

To be somewhat farther below.



A curtain of light; 

It’s been called, a sea of rhythmic hue.

Nature’s precious gift by night,

Maybe someday you’ll see it too!


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