
She holds the cloudberries
tightly in her hand, as the cold wind brushes
against her back
and moves through her spine.
The breeze pulsates against her neck,
curls around her lips,
dries her mouth.
She closes her eyes and thinks of
summer cottages, thunderstorms,
and cardamom bread.
White linen dresses,
crisp and clean,
like the air she breathes.
tightly in her hand, as the cold wind brushes
against her back
and moves through her spine.
The breeze pulsates against her neck,
curls around her lips,
dries her mouth.
She closes her eyes and thinks of
summer cottages, thunderstorms,
and cardamom bread.
White linen dresses,
crisp and clean,
like the air she breathes.