A Midsummer View Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

By my fjord's green edge, a rock is my seat,
Norway's beauty, so bittersweet.
Midnight sun, a gentle hand,
Touching horizon, sea, and land.

It's Golden light, a soft embrace,
Over the water's reflective face.
Horizon sleeps, a hazy line,
Touched by light, almost divine.

The sun sinks low, then starts to climb,
Horizon bright, defying time.
A glowing rim, a sacred space,
Where sky and sea find their embrace.

T.M.Solvang