The snow liesfirm and white –The sea glowssummer-blue –Flaming sunand ice-clear airburns in tired eyes –Seabirds breed,hoarse starlings cry –The night comesblack and deep –Boats followteeming herring –Over the land in the westa star flickers green –
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Low Horizon
Rain-grey storm-windpresses winter-harvest’s blue-green sproutstowards black knolls –The fields wave heavily,gloomy-green hairs followin nodding dances the icy strokesof the storm over cowering soil –The sky throws itself black, outwardstowards the sea –Green sprouts nod to the beatflickering under the veil […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Waves
– The sun’s late-day sloping spearswaying stabs into the sea,the glass skin rises tremblingand is smoothed,the coast is green through the mist,pale blue-red jellyfish risetowards gold-lights,are sucked towards the seafloor,drift waving towards food and death –Sun-arrows stagger and fall,the coast […]