Lights

poem March 20, 2021

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Lights

June is an endless orgy of light December is a seductive dance of color Life is harsh but beautiful. Beauty is full here. Full. It has to be, because life is harsh.

A poem I wrote while traveling above the Arctic Circle in Norway with my grandparents. I don’t actually think life is harsh, but the stark mountains and cold water made it seem appropriate for the poem.