Sundogs

I wonder how they got that name

peacock tails I think

would be closer to the truth of it.

You never see them in the summertime

only on those high sky winter days

are the rainbows there.

I used to think when I was young

that they’re a kind of Northern Light 

encircling the sun

or faery rings

planted by some winter sprite…

It’s when the air’s so cold 

it flays the skin from my face.

So cold and still

I feel a need to whisper

that to break the silence 

would be somehow seen a sin.

It’s then the sundogs 

silently erupt and effervesce

in their kaleidoscopic dance of hues 

around a winter sun

Author: Prairiepoet

Having lived most of my life in North Dakota I'm defined by it's open skies, it's endless spaces. My writings are those "journeys without distance" , from my memories to my heart.

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