COLD POETRY Nine Poems from Snow and Sun
A Collection of Nine Short Poems and Pictures from Snow-Covered Nature
1.
The sun and the snow
The sun and the snow
the forest and the clouds
the sky above the lake
and all this beautiful
It’s all in total
this wonderful thing
to be able to exercise
and ski long walks in the woods
— and never feel tired
I Proudly Get Up
I rise to the sky
I show my profile
my strength
I can stand upright
I am one who can move on
in the track that lies there
-right in front of me
- - -
2.
A Trip in the White and Cold
Published on February 24, 2022 in ILLUMINATION
Volatile impressions from an afternoon trip in the white and cold. —
These ski trips, it’s just something I have to do: Get out, spend a few hours in the white, cold.
4.
The first skier
The first skier I met
a little boy
six or seven years
— on a trip all alone
in the forest
Two skiers
Towards the horizon
two skiers
one little and one tall
on the way
further up
in the direction of
the unknow
Pale winter sun
the forest plain
dressed in white
cold
Trees
Trees with frozen roots
stretches
up against the dim light
from a gray sky
- - -
Returns
Returns
casual and light style
on narrow skis
glides safely
down the track
- - -
Stands alone
Stands alone
left behind
in the white
cold universe
Thin twigs
spread in all directions
Failed
through the year that passed
- - -
4.
The Tallest Peak
About not reaching the top and being happy with it
To go up
To go up there
on the highest peak
is probably out of my reach
But what does it matter?
I can feel good
here where I am
It can be about
reaching all the way up
or whether to accept
that this is how
things are now
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5.
Sun Ahead
---
Sun ahead there
tall, heavy spruces
all around me
Wonder
what is the light
far ahead?
What it is like
to go against-track
in all that white?
---
6.
My Shoulders
My shoulders
carry
what has been
in confident anticipation
of what comes
---
7.
The Light from The Snow
The light from the snow
comes to us
from places
we have never seen
The light on the snow
is what we can look for
when we walk
pointless
in the forest
---
8.
Untouched
The snow lies quiet
between the pines
The skis glide easily
in the track
The snow is good today
it will be a nice day.
- - -
9.
The Snow Is Everything - A Walk in the Cold White
The snow is endless
the snow is everything
the snow covers it all
Traces of feet in the snow
on an endless road ahead
upwards
I'm going there
I hear a voice:
-where does your road go?
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Øivind H. Solheim is a novel author and a nature photographer from Norway who loves writing fiction, poetry, essays, and articles helping others understand life, other humans, and themselves. He has published six novels, two non-fiction books, and a poetry book.
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Øivind H. Solheim
Novel author, lifelong learner and nature photographer: Poetry, short stories, personal essays, articles and stories on nature, hiking, physical and mental health, living in relationships, love, and future. “Make Your Dream Be Your Future”
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