By Scott Bailey © 2014
Swirling up into the night
Like some lonely northern light
Not north but here it did appear
Why am I not filled with fear
A spiral of blue and green
Wispy tendrils barely seen
Twisting up and further still
I watch it rise with mounting thrill
Into the stars I watch it go
And then alone the heavens know
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 
On my way to see the Northern Lights up close and personal in Fairbanks this February. Nice photo.
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I am jealous. I can’t take credit for the photo. Was from pixabay
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