red aurora

aurora
fire-lights

you come to us
even so late
in the season

earthen light
ascending
carrying the red
of the heart
the yellow
a dance
towards the sky

and you sound
aurora fire-lights
like thunder
like a terra-train
express running
right through

right through

no stopping

no waiting

so late this year
yet
here you are
in Springtime

aurora

I feel you
as a thrash
by jet
of super-heated air

I see you
aurora

dancing lights

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© Frank Prem, 2017

September 2017 Poem #20: fiddle wish wood