Day: Mar 15, 2016
Västra Skogen [sonnet]
The trees which one time clothed your naked frieze
were where the essence of me played my hide-
and-seek from mythologic entities
and where, when gazing at the stars, I cried.
I’ve walked your hillpine corridors before
by rays sent from your almost-midnight sun.
From Nothing Forest, too, I walked the shore
of iced-up waters, hunting with my son.
