Notes About The Poem
The Northern Lights are one of the natural wonders of the world. So beautiful and I have heard that when you are well away from the city you can even hear them tinkle. I have had the blessing to see them in all their wonder and beauty but have never heard them.
Autumn's Princess Winter's Queen
Clothed in robes of shining light,
That billow in the wind,
She flies across benighted skies,
From even to night's end.
Sometimes silver, blue or gold,
Sometimes rainbow hues,
Always glorious to see,
She leaves me so enthused.
Her hair a mane of silver,
Flowing wild about,
With streaks of gold and sparkles,
Surpass without a doubt,
All the beauties sung about,
Of goddesses of old.
She's Autumn's princess, Winter's queen,
Seen when the air grows cold.
Floating just below the clouds,
She sips from God's own chalice,
Crystal nectar pure and sweet,
Aurora Borealis.
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