IN NORWAY 1976
As I ascended the hill
the air became ever more still
until it hung crystal as a chandelier,
pine forests leaning dark
against a clear stunning sky of biting cold.
and when I reached the lake
it was glass as sure as a dream,
as deep as its needs required,
a secret hid from man in his selfish trance.
and I thought looking back to hear no sound
there was the whispering of a crystal elfin dance.