In Laud of Light
Sun, moon, and stars
wait, day and night,
outside my window.
I sometimes glimpse
the crackling shimmer
of Northern Lights.
They crown me
with joy and pleasure,
treasures I will treasure
until the natural end
when stars, sun, and crown
come tumbling down.
I will be left alone,
seemingly naked,
yet clothed in
an eternity of light.
Comment:
Hunter Moon in Island View, NB.
Pure chance – I looked up, and there it was.
Oh to be clothed in such a glorious light!
rogermoorepoet 
Did you take this amazing photo? Beautiful—photo and poem.
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Indeed I did, dear Louise. I have neglected you recently. My apologies. The photo was a total accident – couldn’t bend, couldn’t see, couldn’t look up, click!, et voila! Or voici, since it’s here. All best wishes, Roger.
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I really like this poem!! 🙂
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Thank you so much. Every comment helps me to focus and continue. But wow, sometimes the beauty around me really leaves me breathless.
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Thank you for sharing your art!! 🙂
Have a great time creating and discovering your art!!
If you want here, you can hear and see my new song and art world called:
“The ignorance of a multigenerational traumatic nightmarish mindset”
Have a great creative day!!! 🙂
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Thank you – I’ll check it out.
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