A chill wind
harangues face and ears;
biting stings
slap at me —
Höðr’s whispers telling me
I will see no peace.
Höðr’s whispers – 2022.02.26
Rob's Surf Report
Where the closest ocean is all in my mind . . .
A chill wind
harangues face and ears;
biting stings
slap at me —
Höðr’s whispers telling me
I will see no peace.
Rob's Surf Report 
I love how you wove mythology in your verse!
Thanks! I’m looking to do more of this on days off. 🙂
You are welcome.