At Geysir, Earth’s breath fumed around me.
In Thórsmörk, Her arctic hand ran down my spine.
Earth is both
Fire and ice
And the sinuous path in between.
At Geysir, Earth’s breath fumed around me.
In Thórsmörk, Her arctic hand ran down my spine.
Earth is both
Fire and ice
And the sinuous path in between.
The fog at the horizon is ready to swarm ashore.
It tarries and I steal some time with the cloud-marbled sky.
The sun dips below the west with a fiery sigh.
The fog will soon erase colors and shapes.
But not yet.
Blue and orange still rule:
will only abdicate to the night.
Gold-framed
Light
Resplendent