poetry and pictures found while drifting

[annwfyn]

by Robin Street-Morris



The night is cold.

The sky is black and clear.

Auroras flicker upon the the celestial vault.
Wavering, growing stronger.

The illumination reflects upon the ocean waters, ignites ice and glaciers. Draperies light up against the blackness of the sky, bright and dense. Light veils cover the moon, perforated by a myriad of brilliant, pointed stars.

Fluorescent fires, dancing shapes, a winged figure, a bird, a dragon, an angel, or a monster. Celestial lights against a black abysmal vault. Waving ribbons of haze and mist, luminous veils. Blue and yellow, green and red, columns of light undulating across the sky.

A resonant aura like an aurora.

From the legends of the tundra appears the reindeer of the moon.

It approaches through the draperies of the auroral firewall.
At the spot where it reaches to the ground, see a white male deer accompanied by his herds from the celestial fields, behind and beyond the aurora borealis.

See the aurora dance. Long ribbons widely stretched along the horizon of the sky. Suddenly they leap in the zenith. Cover me with all their rays.

Of a winter's night beneath a corona of an aurora, I sense a fear and a joy. Down upon me is flowing a shower of cascades of light. While standing here, infinitely small in the center of everything, sensing something like an awesome touch of an enormous hand.

Aurora Polaris. By Frans Widerberg.