Where night is just a veil,
stretched between an endless dusk
and the break of dawn
I rest with fabric stretched across the sky
and drink the arctic air, the smells
the songs of mountain streams
the softness of the alpine heath.
Awake before the drumbeat starts
the rain that soak our tent is gentle first
but soon torrential timpanies.
Today we do old prompts at toads. I have chosen Fireblossom’s location location location.. and right now I dream of sleeping in a tent in the arctic north.
May 23, 2015