Midsummer Midnight
The Summer sun of midnight
loves the Antarctic sky;
Her brilliant orange cloak
spreads out behind her
as she flies;
Beauty
solar
cosmic
bright -
It is all day - there is no night;
Though night would skulk around the edge,
swirling shadows
rippling clouds.
Pink banishes the smears of grey
as dawn prevails to herald Day.
Copyright © Jeanette Swan | Year Posted 2024
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