Day cracks the horizon here-
A hard fought battle, trailing the tattered remains of night
In fading strands of pink, of purple, of blue so thick the sky chokes with it.
Elsewhere, the dark flips to light with little ceremony-
A pale and faded transition.
Here, the day fights for purchase,
For every hour of light before being swallowed
By the lengthening shadows of winter.
I am as interested by the northern light shows as I am by the many stories behind them.