tufts of grass

Fretted shadow on stumps

A vanishing husk

Of light . . . grey lumps

Of stone verge the hills with fears.

It is quickly dusk.

 

Allen Tate

 

At a small field hidden in between the smoking and steaming hills in the Þeistareykir geothermal area, North Iceland.

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Taken on August 16, 2008