Gray Stallion

On the trailing edge of night fall,
In the gallery of the celestial heavens,
There hangs an ever-changing portrait,
Painted on the canvas of black velvet sky.

Using colors mixed from the sparkling starlight
On a palette made of love,
Nature created a wondrous splendor,
An astonishing work of art known as the northern lights.

Upon her magnificent gray stallion,
Toward the painted mountain peak she rode,
The heavens an unearthly color of green, red, and gold,
as the eerie colors began to unfold,
Drifting like a ghost upon a breeze.

As she watched, the sunset was dynamic and bold,
and the golden rays were captured between the mountain folds ,
The eerie lights illuminated the mountain range,
Symbolizing a new life, a new age.

Sitting at the base of the foothills, the sun setting low,
atop her noble gray steed, she watched the mysterious glow,
As the majestic celestial show draws to a close,
A strange feeling inside her grows.

In the distance a single silhouette appeared on the open range ,
A lone wolf howls, a friend she’s known for many moons,
Welcoming her to the open prairie as the darkness looms,
as the sky darkens with cloud plumes.

The portrait changes with every glance,
For a moment, a second, then it's gone,
Yet exists for all eternity;
With the miracle of dawn.