Spring Summer 2016
When the bright white light
runs over the glistening waves
of the gray hued Nordic sea
You close your eyes and daydream
in silence about the quiescence of being.
Melancholy interlaces with felicity.
It’s the quiet delight of existence
in the borderline of the tamed and the wild.
This is the moment when the cold winds of the spring
and the tender rays of the summer sun collide
to give way to resurrection and rebirth.
The winter has sang it’s song.