The Northern Lights
Stuck in the pull of blinding lights
Let’s pause and travel north
Highway 14 will lead us there
Away into the night
We’ll find a cornfield dark and still
And a shadow of a gravel road
Stalk stump silhouettes and open sky
Where we can see
The northern lights
Pistachio and the blush of pink
Ribbons above us fly
Beyond our beating hearts we push to hear
The pulsing of the sky
Blinding lights dim way down low
To a sweet lullaby
The northern lights
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Let’s face into a different light
In blankets hold each other tight
Reach out for the shimmering
Touch the soft shape-shifting
The northern lights
I’ve been obsessed with the aurora borealis since they made their spectral appearance while I was living up in Alaska. They took my breath away night after night, over and over again. Utterly enchanted, I’ve been checking the night sky and sighting apps on high kp nights for almost 15 years with barely a glimmer. Until this winter. The kids had just taken a bath and gotten into pjs, but we bundled them up in blankets and headed north out of Cambridge to see them more clearly. -M