Alan R

White aurora

Waiting for the mighty sun to set

In the warm breeze of Twentynine Palms

The moon was getting bright

As if it has finally unlinked

Its glow, with its purpose

Earnest, fearless and enormous 

 

I see the satin desert clouds

Glowing with the borrowings

Of the brightest moon of my life

They move slowly, as if they belong

In the shimmering gown of a sky princess

With stars scattered across in excess

 

To Shine, is the code of Joshua tree

All that glory, moves my heart

When all that can survive the day

Glows at night, in its audacious moon

They all look like out worldly bliss

Beneath the white aurora, I didn’t miss.

 

 

(They had auroras back in Ann Arbor yesterday)

 

 

-Al