A glamorous ghostlike goddess, clad in glimmering garish green,
You swirl soft skirts of silk across the sullen Northern sky.
Your festive flashes frolic to festoon the starlit scene.
Aurora Borealis, you blaze brightly from on high.
So silent as you circle, scintillate and swiftly swirl,
Hoist high on the horizon, nature's necklace of the night.
Gyrating gem-like jewel, you're an esoteric girl
Of mystical magnificence, a surreptitious sight.
Ephemeral and elegant, so fleetly flitting by,
Fair physical phenomenon, you transitory track.
We glimpse you, gracious genie, till you flicker, fade and die,
A twinkling transient tincture in the woeful winter's black.
Fluorescent finest filigree, you flick fine fronds of fire,
Your iridescent ions streaming space-bound from the sun.
You dance, a dazzling diva, as you spiral higher and higher,
Then disappear in daybreak as the dawn demands: Begone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem