Fjord Light (for my grandmother)
The light from the far north
sung in her eyes and hair
she carried it with her
across the ocean
through Ellis Island
westward— always westward
light in her auburn curls
flecks of midnight sun
in her brown eyes
never setting once
in the long summer evenings
fjord light
she poured the light
into the Montana soil
wheat as sweet as the sun
plowed in furrows
sown with seeds
planted in the new land
she carried it with her
moon-glow, dusk dimmed
into the city
spreading it out
until it shone
in children and grandchildren
light of the north
and sun-streaked snow
fjord light
Pamela Olson, 7/8/08
This was written in response to
the prompt of “light” at
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