Winters Night

poetry and Scandinavian winter views

Mike Koontz
Dec 9, 2018 · 2 min read

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

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beyond2c

From the northern halls of the Vikings home comes this tribe of creative heralds. Writers, poets, photographers, creatives, great thinkers, fitness geeks, and experts. There are no stones and thoughts, and creative adventures left unturned in the pages of Beyond2c.