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Midnitesun
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0 posted 2006-07-19 10:22 PM



Crimson and gold are colors so bold
they jump out and shout
'Hello' to you.

Greens and blues
can be cold or cool,
like icy blue streams
and pillowy green moss,
or scrumptious plump blueberries
near swaying willow trees of pea-soup green,
that turn sunny gold when days become cold.

Red raspberries sweet and yummy
with milk will fill up your tummy
with such happiness and warmth
you would think they were as yellow
as banana peels or tart lemon.

Of course there are so many other
flavors and scents
that color our world,
it takes a rainbow of tasty treats,
the kind that fall from windy wrappers
after a thunderous rainstorm
to begin to describe the color wheel.

And the aurora borealis?
I call it my Rainbow Dancing Lights,
for the blues, greens, reds and purples
that swirl and dance amid soft creamy whites
in winter's midnight blue Arctic sky
are such a magnificent color ballet,
if I could I would
send one your way today
to encircle your body and soul
with soft, warm golden dreams.

Shadows scream overhead as two Canadian geese
arrive too late for Spring Break.
Touchdown in Creamer’s Field
ends all too soon,
for the geese are quickly chased
from the end zone
by a tenaciously territorial eagle.

Wet snow still covers much ground.
Sudden warm winds bring warmth and rain,
flooding both field and street
and we end up trudging along
in wet pant legs and muddy feet.
Winter laughs, scorns the spring rain,
comes back around to tease us
with fresh dump of snow, again.
But it’s only a matter of time and temperature
before winter gets tucked into memory.

Still, no sign of cheery red robin,
truest harbinger of northern latitudes,
annual adjuster of attitudes.
Vibrant green blades of grass
poke their heads up in the corral.
Proud Mother Moose with new calf
wanders through my front yard,
nibbling on tender new willow shoots.
Spring lifts her sleepy head slowly
in the misty morning dew.
Rejuvenation.
Hope springs,
eternally renewed.

'Tis time to bid Lady Aurora adieu.
Soon it will be too light at night
for my rainbow of dancing lights.
The midnightsun will soon takeover the sky,
and on the longest day, the summer solstice,
2002 this midnitesun shall fly away,
bidding this northern latitude adieu.
Following a heart’s quest and new horizons,
she heads south, to the Rockies of the West.
But the screaming shadows of Canadian geese
will always bring her thoughts back home
to the heart of Alaska,
no matter how far she may roam.

Rain-bowed sounds surround searching souls,
filling the sky with parallel bands of harmony,
dressed up in nature’s magnificent finery,
red, orange, and yellow cascading alongside
green, indigo, blue violet,

as a bending light beam screams past my eyes,
encircles itself inside,
opens the corridors of my ears, that I may hear
the pure unadulterated sounds of love’s light

reflecting, refracting, enveloping me
within the sounds of glorious color harmony.

Rain-bowed sounds fill the awakening sky,
layering parallel bands of harmony,
like splayed fingertips of humanity
revealing that Life
is a Maestro’s primary orchestrated song,
played out in the keys of a One reality.

Life itself, is the prime opus,
a celebration of unity in diversity,
and the rainbow is the main refrain.

Have you ever sat silently still
in the stillest of the night,
and stared out the window at the glory
of an Arctic northern light?
In the shadows of the northern March moon
the shape of the barn and corral follow, in swoon.
If you watch for a while patiently you can see
the shadows in movement in the snow below.
It's SPRING! It says so on my calendar.
And the air shouts out in anticipated warmth
from a low angled sun in the early morn,
and shadows disappear leaving only
the fences and the whispering birch trees,
as the sun climbs a bit higher each day.
And I know warmer days are on the way.
I sit at my window and wait
for the cry of the loon on the lake,
for the egrets and Canadian geese to fly overhead.
And when Mr and Mrs Robin set up residency
(the harbingers of Spring) they are my guarantee
that winter is finally passed, for now.
And when Spring finally arrives
I find myself fondly remembering the snow,
and at the same time I search the skies
for the midnitesun of summer's glow.
And summer brings so many thrills,
I hardly notice when the leaves begin to fall
it is almost Fall. And when snow falls,
again in winter skies of longest nights,
I look out again for the shadows dancing
underneath the aurora,
my Rainbow of Dancing Lights.


This is for my friend Jaime in Denver.


© Copyright 2006 Kathleen Kacy Stafford - All Rights Reserved
Snowflake From Hell
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1 posted 2006-07-20 11:45 PM


we could all use some rainbows with dancing lights, enjoyed

Hollow heroes seperate as they run...Shadows linger in your pain dead and done

themute
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2 posted 2006-07-21 03:11 AM


There is so much to be said, i assume you didnt do this in one sitting (the content dictates that not the length) it is wonderful and worthy of the seasons of the arctic land.

I am the two-toed wanderer

Midnitesun
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3 posted 2006-07-21 10:23 AM


thanks for reading, Snowflake
yes, those lights are an awesome reminder
of nature's majestic beauty

Matt, so right you are m'friend,
this is a compilation, written over a period of three or four years while I lived in the interior, outside Fairbanks, AK

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