A Poem for January

Northern Lights

Slipping into warmth, rescued from the chill;

Immersed in soothing water. Beyond all

futile chatter, assessing eyes, confusion.

Voices now halted before words can emerge.

Another glow follows and another.

Colour radiant as a new mother, then a

beam surges to earth, piercing the silence

where the breeze fights to be felt.

 

We join hands beneath the surface

which ripples in anticipation.

Starlight laps on waves and dances

towards the moon that pursues it.

Nightlight bathes our faces

in this most serene of spaces.

Kissed by a million constellations

amongst bubbles that will never burst.

 

Maria Stephenson writing about an item yet-to-be-ticked off the ‘living bucket list.’