Icelandic spring is very confusing, the sun is shining and the light is beautiful, but the stabbing wind is usually not far away. For my sanity it is not nice. I have difficulty to accept this double faced spring. I desire warm and embracing days where i can feel the warmth in my bones.
Spring
Stabbing wind, hurts my face and my skin
it take away the warmth of the sun
where it is trying to brake through the atmosphere
to shine on my fragmented being
in order to melt it into one whole me
a battled wrest between this nature forces
while I wait for the outcome I take my magic needle and thread
and stitch together the fragments
otherwise there will be no summer