Chant du monde boréal
Sandshifter, 60N.
Where it all makes sense.



Through Chronicles from Arcania, I shall attempt to share walks with you, this poetics from 60N, where I feel at one with our Earth, my sense of place so maritime.

Sunday, 27 November 2011

glimpse of light

in between gales


a triangle of light appeared out of the gloom grey...
Not much at first, from SSE. It's just past noon. A NNW gale blows, overriding storm force winds from earlier this morning.

Contrasts belong to cardinal points.
A few minutes, as I look west. That gale wipes clean-crisp back to blue (oh, not for long). I love the old manse against that less dramatic background. 
At its zenith, our star's elevation barely reaches 7.34º - temperatures have plummeted since gales have ravaged the island.

Looking SSW.
By lunchtime, light shines without shame,
but soon low clouds regain position by the hill! Our afternoon light last about three hours...  

Still from SSW

As soon as our sun begins to set, I need to seek shelter once again,
as  cold rain beads slash the double pane of my window. 
A grey-filled sky darkens my world; only a tiny glimpse of light acts a rebel.

I am day-dreaming of first snow, as dusk settles.

A mix of rain, slush and hailstones crashed on the glass, so why not now. And when I look back towards west, an angry sky begins to show... Welcome to the claws of winter, just as those from the wolverine that dwells inside the boreal forest. 

In time for night, the wind still howls through that gigantic megaphone, though its triads lose frequency. Somehow it became a little bit more Wagnerian! 

And speaking of the boreal world, I shall leave you with a more seasonal string of haiku.

Wings of change -
raven at north junction,
in search of excess carrion.
#haiku fae 60N

Déshabillez-moi -
when first frost starves gardens from sap,
they yield to the wind in a nude.
#haiku fae 60N

Lean times -
wolverine paws in single white,
the raven has to be patient.
#haiku fae 60N


  1. the claws of winter like a wolverine, that is a real image of a harsh cold season

  2. Hmmm, you're right there, Juliet. Keeping in mind the sub-arctic conditions we face during all around the winter solstice till the Vernal Equinox, I thought the image very apt :-)