Winter In the Peace
By Janina Carlstad
Dark and deep the
river flows
Amidst the hills and winter’s snow
Rippling waters of life, they show
Shimmering, glinting in the afternoon glow.
Then from the hills, with wings spread wide
Through the skies, an eagle glides
Wings outstretched, proud head, tail fanned
Master of this sky, this land.
The eagle’s flight sweeps o’er the river
Setting the hearts of wild things ‘a quiver
Synonymous with freedom, peace, wild pride
Hills, River of Peace, an eagle’s glide…
Dark and deep, the river flows
Around and through the winter snows.
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Finn-ish the Fire
J. Carlstad
I look across this frozen land
Black
spruce laden with snow
Night’s blue darkness all around
Ice gleams
from the roads
Leading to searing heat
Which scorches my very heart
Tendrils of icy flame
nothing
compared to fires
ablaze
in my soul
Haunting notes raise
Joyous melancholy
In the abyss that is my
Mind
Blazing
A trail
Of eternity
Longing
An addiction
Fulfilled reliant
Upon that
Voice
Calling wildness from within
The frozen landscape
Wilderness
Darkness
Light
Ice
snow shadows
Unexpected pain
again
Cold pale sun
A few rays
questioning
warmth
the voice – breathless, appealing,
yearning
Embracing my soul
Urgency
strikes those chords in my heart
Holding my mind
Chilling the restlessness
thoughts my quest
Longingly
Spiralling round and round
Swirling thoughts
Fill the snowscape
And in the darkness
I rest
Life’s force
Comforted ‘midst fire and
ice
A life
Oh voice of voices
in my mind
no more Void
only longing
Solstice
In the barrens
Filled with life
In the barrens
The face, the space of death…
Wherein we finish
The fires
From which we came
From which we rise again
