Waiting

Electric Aurora, in Azule
wind blowing,
I can't capture you in a bottle.

Crimson, crisp heart
Ice burg solid,
more than one mile high,
and as vast as a solstice.

Wanting,
waiting,
not willing to plead,
El nino will come....
melting you away daily.
Softening your edges.

There is no such
thing as global warming,
not when it comes to you...
Even scientist are changing their views.....

I am on an ocean liner,
you : picturess,
pristine and beautiful.
Me, with my trusty camera.

I am waiting for my moment
to capture the perfect moment.
No polar bears...
White wolves.
Just frigid cold.

Me wrapped in my fur....
Waiting,
Waiting for you to
warm.......