This week’s poem reflects the slow creep of optimism at a gloomy time. Contrasts make us see more clearly the world around us in all its aspects.
Gold in Grey
Bare, black trees against a world of grey
Foghorn’s ghostly message echoes the way.
While waves fade with tide,
We’re safe from cold and damp
In cinnamon-scented light of golden lamps,
It’s hygge inside.
Nyborg 2017
Lovely. Makes me think about a hyggedish I made for you as children. A slice of white bread, dipped in milk, spread with plenty cinnamone sugar and fried in butter, sevved with a bit of apple mos to tea or coffe. Do you remember?