She rains on the night sky
Dances with the wind
Teases us with glimpses
Playing hide and seek with clouds.
A few strokes and colors
And she goes away
Waiting for us to shift our gaze.
And then, she comes back
To put on a show.
With the wind on her feet,
She picks up a few more colors,
Twirls and swirls…
Waves and flutters…
In grays, pale greens and pinks for our eyes
Revealing vivid greens and violets for the camera.
Is it a magic fire fox?
Or the Valkyrie leading warriors to Valhalla?
The spirits of the dead or lanterns of demons?
Or the solar flares meeting oxygen and nitrogen atoms?
Whatever our belief
She continues to stun us in her magic weave…
The ever fleeting, evasive,
Mesmerizing Aurora of the night sky.