Poem: "Northern Dawn"

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Northern Dawn

By: Eve Estelle

Far above the soil, the emerald grasses,

Above the world set afire

By blazing bands of flick'ring light,

A silken dance o'erhead the blooms

Asleep by night; ephemeral,

Her elusive belle of the ball,

Mother Nature; a supernal song

For the earth awash in starlight,

Her lands illumed to bask in glory

That ends not when the curtain falls,

But shall last forevermore.

Author's note: I am so sorry for how long it's been since my last posting! I just didn't have much these last two weeks, and time got away. But here's a little something that I was able to put together over the last couple of days, inspired by my dream of someday seeing the northern lights. <3 (Almost got the chance last weekend, too, but of course there were clouds. Ah well.)

I sort of feel like this poem ends abruptly, so eventually I'll come back to fix that. What do you think?

The title, "Northern Dawn," is a literal translation of "aurora borealis," the scientific name for the northern lights.