On a summer night up in Labrador,
a couple was having fun by the moor,
but the flies were lighting
and frequently biting
so it was best to make whoopie closed-door.
Sun winds collide
With Earth's magnetic field
Iridescent phenomenon
In celestial skies
The aurora
Moonlight in the north
draw unique
unveiling parts
reserved for shadow guardians
northern cardinals
red or faded with sweet songs ~~
build nests together
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Arctic night unfolds~
another of nature's scenes:
hues of blues, swirling greens,
ribbons dance in frozen air,
pulsing light, alive, untamed.
You stand there,
your breath a ghost,
boots sunk in brittle snow.
the cold gnaws, but
you do not shiver.
It is not light you see,
but something older~
the sigh of solar winds
caught in the planet’s grasp.
Can you feel it in your soul?
That pull, that hum,
as if the night itself
is singing back to you.
At that moment,
you are not a human,
but part of the pulse,
the glow, the endless
shivering dance.
A cabin in the pines, it’s been years
It resembles what I remember even as it appears
On New Year’s Adam, it begins to snow
(It was Adam before Eve as you know)
Northern Wisconsin calls me home again
Old memories awaken as night thoughts do stem
The oil lamp flickers on nostalgia’s hem
Blank paper awaits: from old yarns that’ve been spun
Outside winter dances in a frigid hush
Inside warmth permeates
Then a gentle knock, and the silence it breaks
An old friend, a familiar face illuminated by fire light
(Is it a second chance at love at first sight?)
Guided by love, and family’s guiding vane
She enters, seeking warmth and to explain
How loneliness shaped her and years we can’t ignore
We talk of days we once shared afore
Our laughter echoing through the snowy hours
Tonight, no passion, only a friendship’s bowers
God’s presence felt, our presences collide
The fruit of The Spirit towards which we both stride
I honor the woman she has grown to be
The full spectrum of her muliebrity
Through grace and time, His love for us is known
God has guided our paths (to us previously unknown)
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the Christmas star moves,
tiptoeing across the sky
asks: what happens next
An amazing perching songbird,
the males are bright, lively and striking to see,
a splash of color in Canada's winter snow.
Can survive in the coldest of temperatures somehow,
to sing beautiful whistling songs
repeated over and over from a bare tree top.
This is what created us. This light,
dappling the columned forests with petaled gold,
these nourishing and nourished streams, these bright
sun-laughing lakes, ruffling under an old
and infant wind, this intercourse of pine,
air, beam, mulch, bough, loam, moisture, say we fit
into the mothering niche of this design.
This does not belong to us: we belong to it.
If there can be a god, that god must be
what we are made to live for and within;
so in this pure cathedral we may see
our earth-determined being, and begin
to learn that we are water, light, and air:
our breath is homage, and our heartbeat prayer.
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Please note that I never have used and never will use AI to compose or revise any of my writings.
A random comment on poetry in general: All American poetry is a dialog between Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman.
rare pretty ice eggs
produced by wind and water
in northern Finland
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The sky-dwellers are the ancients in Alaskan folklore
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Northern Borealis
Electric gypsy dressed in emerald fire
Leaps in neon calypsos -
On wings like cobalt dragonflies
Leaves sizzling hues of rose on artic snows.
Northern minx flings crystalline bonfires,
Of lilac frost in serpentine ribbons,
With her fiery topaz kiss on midnight
She enchants earthbound hearts and sky-dwellers.
I, observed through the eyes of the stars,
in the darkest of winter nights,
am vast ocean waves,
a radiant swirling lullaby
of scattered dancing rainbow flames,
a spectrum hypnotizing
the dynamic universe
with my loveliness.
The illustrative sky painter,
Draping celestial seascapes,
Aurora, the nighttime dancer,
Stream across the penumbra stars,
A spectral emerald curtain,
Whispering cosmic enigmas,
A scintillating, breath-filled awe,
The North’s energetic spirit.
I am the northern night goddess
As I cast my celestial spell
You may glimpse my aurora at night
My energy hugs the atmosphere
In my ethereal pink costume
With floating rubies and emeralds
Winds tickle my borealis stars
As I float in my beauty all night
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Aurora swirls over icy earth where
her breath casts colors through cold midnight air.
Her gown shimmers a shifting spectral light,
silent and bright through cold Icelandic night.
Frozen fjords, her audience below,
mirror her brilliance in shimmering glow.
Jagged peaks stand witness to fleeting art~
a masterpiece shaped with God’s heart.
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