The sky is sea-nymph
drumming the night with star dust
The clouds are flare-hatchers
rolling, roaring, ricocheting
whiplash colors fleeting madly
bleeding in dramatic reverberation
A curtain wildly unfolding & sweeping
broad brushstrokes
lavish pigments of universe's womb
a glimpse of mystery totally
magnetic, thrilling every pore of our skin
Then you are gone quickly-
ballerina's fluid air-leap, grand jete
Aurora over South South Saskatchewan River, Canada, August 18, 2015
by Dale Boan
