Poem: Ode to Winter (Video)

I know winter is technically over, but I’m not much of one for following “rules” such as “you must write about a season only when you’re in it.” (Is that technically a rule? *shrugs*) Have you gone outside on spring-like days in the middle of January and gotten sunburned? Or heard about the way it snowed on Easter?

Besides, last month, I went on a trip and took a brief blogging break. This month, I thought I’d tell you about it! My siblings and I went to the Ice Hotel in Jukkasjärvi, Sweden. There, we got to see the Northern Lights;* we got to go dog sledding and reindeer driving; and we got to groom, tack, and ride Icelandic horses!

The trip had been a dream of mine for well over a year, and now I can cross the Northern Lights off my bucket list. Next on the (ant)arctic subsection of my list: see the Southern Lights and wild penguins!

*Not featured, sorry! I managed one semi-decent photo that won’t be making National Geographic anytime soon.

Ode to Winter

How my fingers froze when we first shook hands,

a gasp escaped my lips from frigid air

as I left the plane, finding foreign lands.

We hurt each other in attempts to embrace—

I scarred your skin once fair, leaving indents—

how my lips froze when I kissed your pale face.

Forty-eight paws across the river’s spans,

and frost formed on my own fur, my own face

‘till I left the sled, escaping foreign hands.

Twenty hooves bore us after dark, this start,

over hills and under skeleton boughs

how my body froze when I touched your heart.

A green ribbon sliced through the Milky Way,

joining stars and folding up horizons.

How my fingers froze when we last shook hands

as I boarded the plane, leaving known lands.

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Let’s chat! What did you think of my latest travel poem? Want to see more like it in the future? What’s on your bucket list?

Similar poems: The First Snow, Snowfell, and Weird Winter Weather