Thursday, June 6, 2024

Poem: Auroras - about the solar storm on May 10-12

 Auroras


There it was,

Barely visible against the moon and stars:

the north side of the sky,

Faintly tinged pink and purple,


I was afraid to blink,

Because when I opened my eyes,

It would have all been my imagination.


Reaching out across 94 million miles,

To embrace the Earth,

Trickling down our skies,

In greens, purples, and pinks.


I look up,

And I can’t hear the crickets,

I can’t see the trees,

Nor feel the grass beneath my feet.


It’s just me,

gazing

at a sunset at midnight.


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