Low Horizon

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Nineteen Poems

Rain-grey storm-wind

presses winter-harvest’s blue-green sprouts

towards black knolls –

The fields wave heavily,

gloomy-green hairs follow

in nodding dances the icy strokes

of the storm over cowering soil –

The sky throws itself black, outwards

towards the sea –

Green sprouts nod to the beat

flickering under the veil of the storm –