Last night I went outside to see the Aurora Borealis at 9:30pm in Westbrook, Maine at Foster Field. At first I went in a t-shirt which isn’t a good idea when it’s in the 20s. Then I walked around with my coat on and was awed by the beauty of looking up. It was estatic and joyful, and I am in much better mood today than I have been in a while. I have been in a melancholy cloud with my dad’s illness and impending death.
Chasing the Aurora Borealis
Looking at a beautiful winter trees
The lions of March and coming snow in air
Sounds of the open sewer
Trickling into the Presumpscot.
Chill of winter’s frost on earlobes
Enjoying the quiet
Restful times of night
Cold air in the lungs.
Seeing the high stars above cities light
Aurora hiding, barely seen
Nose dripping with the cold
Loving the frost, loving the cold.
The green ones come soon
Opening up from their icy slumber
Brave birds and Crocuses here for Spring
Snow in the air
Winter does not leave easily in Maine.
The frost comes down from Canada and the Great Lakes,
the richness of winter is almost gone.
The beautiful greens of spring are coming soon.
Enjoy the effermal frost and snow, even as you wish it gone.
The turning of seasons is a beautiful thing on the dark, crisp night.