Winters Night

poetry and Scandinavian winter views

you peer
straight through 
the lens
embrace

the whispers 
of

our 
winters 
night

´tis a sheet
a bedding
of ice and snow, a dancing pyre
like 
a lovers 
will
the midnight sky

a kiss and cinch

it
soon becomes

this worlds 
calling

born of wind
endless tones
 
the blood
now boils
of the wild, and soul

we are the Norse

our home
it beckons, pull 
and call

from 
the dark and far beyond
the warming hearth
and dying light

there are sounds
that gnarl,
whispered like

the silent stars
falling down

and words 
that play
from rats and squirrels

frost and branches
hiber
-nating

life
now dreams

reverberates

pull and
twist, their lullaby

down from clouds
and northern lights
covers fall

born of snow

Now 
slow, you walk
through this path
right next 
to 
me

the trees 
that tower
feathered clouds and branches
barren

we hear their song
the owl that howls 
two steps 
soon
our hike
will start

with each breath 
plunging through
ice and waters
out into

the seldom night

of 
wolf 
packs 
choir

Our moon 
our light

soon 
will rise 
to greet the sun

and wolves
that chase

Now for 
a
while

we stride
we walk,
further out

on snow that crunch
in winters night

Views from Scandinavia by Mike Koontz