This week’s poem inspired by the long Nordic summer evenings, where darkness never really falls although the sun goes down and where dusk seems to go on forever.

Days Without Nights

Waiting, watching

Darkness will not come

Gentle dusk rolls on and on

Caressing silhouettes of hills,

Trees, windmills

Sun is long set, but day will not end.

Midnight passes

At last night falls

Eyelids finally closing

But it is already tomorrow.

Amtoft 2016