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January Hunter. Return of the Native Sun.

See my previous entry for the two polls I made: "Reigning cats and DOGS!" 

January Hunter

Snow sparkles by starlight;
cold dust flames in the sky;
crystals scatter, frozen to ground.
Orion stands, erect in the south,
easily found, his hound at his feet.
There's nothing between us
but the distance we aim to breech.
Night unravels; Earth slowly turns.
Now the hunter tilts his head back
as the dog star arises to croon.
If Orion should shoot arrows high,
he would capture nothing but sky,
knock a chip off the cold waxing moon.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [164.474] 2008-01-19

Too fresh, I know ... wrote it today.

ME:

At the library. The paramedics are here as a woman (Nancy) fell out by the librarian's desk. It's distracting at best. I may know her, but she doesn't need another member of the crowd gawking. Tom mentioned that he knows of her; therefore, I should too.

My brother-in-law's birthday. Go Mark (you-old-fart!).

Soldag in Tromsø. I think ... anywho, around this date the sun peeks at noon for about four minutes after a two month vacation (probably visiting Menorca or Majorca with scarlett_o_h)

Wrote this poem today:

Return of the Native Sun

She travels north,
glints off Snøtinden,
shines on the skerries,
Øya, Ørnes, kisses Bodø,
follows old train tracks,
far north of Hell:
Storfjord, Rognan, Fauske, far past
the end of the line, travels still.
Over each ridge she peeks for 4 minutes,
each day returning for more.
Waxing, yet still colder than Hell,
she glances the Lofoten:
Værøy and Svolvær, until
the nineteenth of January,
just before noon,
she illumines the moment
dedicated for her return:
Soldag in Tromsø.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [164.475] 2008-01-19

Note: Ø,ø is pronounced a bit like the 'eu' in the French word fleur. (It's a rounded front mid-vowel, like English eh, but rounded.)

Someone's pictures of the last sunlight November 30th, 2002:

http://outdoors.webshots.com/album/56422479alfgIc

I like this picture of the sun in Tromsø:

http://www.tromsoby.no/photos/index.php/view/Natur/0/Original/20030330114955930&...

From an old article in Time Magazine:

{quote:}The people of the north count the days until the sun's reappearance on Soldag (sun day). They plan sun feasts to celebrate, look forward to the closing of schools and offices, and on the great day go to a favorite outdoor spot to watch the sun rise over the horizon. As it makes its appearance, they laugh and clap each other on the back, and some of them shout, "There she is! She's back! She's back!"

Link: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,903671-2,00.html


Today is sunshiney and very cold.

I'll talk at y'all later.

Kansas: 13º and blinding.

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