The Northern Lights by Jocelyn B.

Carpet of green
sky flecked with pinpricks of light
explodes with energy and joy,
unrelenting,
a million atoms crash in the upper reaches of nowhere -
infinitely small,
carried by solar wind,
deflected by the magnetosphere -
now a curtain, a cascade,
striations of blue, red, green;
once called the Dance of Spirits,
reduced to the scientific explanation of a thousand coincidences that still can't explain the shiver they send up your spine...