Aurora

"They flamed unwavering, long into the night.

Not stars washed up on the far beach.

Not lightning bolts persisting on singed retinas.

Not campfires diminishing to coals

as old storytellers lost momentum. No.

Streetlights. Houselights. Car lights. Approaching

till we could see up close how brashly they vied

with the splendid humility of the auroras."

- Douglas Skrief.

Thanks Patricia (Meyer) for your comment of how "this fellow has a wonderful way of painting emotions with words" and for the inspiration to go out into a rainy evening in my neighborhood.

Done