Sarah Vigue, Christian Writer

Small circular stars sit and twinkle in the sky;

thinking,

blinking.

The small white sun grows brilliantly

turning and growing in the

atmosphere red and orange.

Visions of arrant ruby reds,

plus purples and emerald greens

that stain the sky can be seen from afar.

While wishful comets fly by

tiny clouds form breathless angel wings that

make the sky an oil painting on canvas.

This nature,

this aurora…

this splendor.