L'aura del Campo

Twilight in Troms

Twilight in Troms

Greys swirl before shaded eyes that search for light. Dawn promises nothing. Skies brighten to silver, fade to charcoal within the hour. White slivers on bleak peaks and black ice remind her she's alive. She dances through a fog of frankincense, embraces red candles, sips amber. In her tiara, she banishes the winter dressed in blue, yellow, green. She dreams of purple and her dimming memories of Autumn, hails approaching Spring. Greys swirl past her eyes. And then—a glimpse of indigo remembered.

all grey
one shaft of
indigo

© Kåre Enga [6.avgust.2016]

Written in Costa Rica but thinking of Cecilie Liv Moe in Troms.