In night’s final hour
Aurora sweeps her long skirt,
shimmering with colors,
across the wide horizon.
As dawn calmly blinks open,
we patiently wait for
short days to lengthen,
spring’s new light to arrive.
Lainie Senechal
In night’s final hour
Aurora sweeps her long skirt,
shimmering with colors,
across the wide horizon.
As dawn calmly blinks open,
we patiently wait for
short days to lengthen,
spring’s new light to arrive.
Lainie Senechal