Katakartanaq

 

Ineffable beauty.
Walking out on winter solstice morn,
Splintered sunlight cast like glitter
on the bosom of deep snow.

Katakartanaq* under boots;
nostrils crackling with cold;
deep freeze.

Silence of the birds.
Waxing liminal moon visible.
Crackling twigs underfoot and
trunks splitting with a bang.

Seasonal splendor of frigid inhaled breath.
Wild animals at the door seeking food and drink, 
grateful for any shelter,
seeking survival.

 Azure sky bereft of comforting clouds.
So bright that the stars are obscured.

Joyously  arriving back home,
into the warmth.
Fingers, nose and toes frigid.
Boots, coat, scarf, hat, gloves discarded.

Fleecy slippers on feet, 
hot cocoa in hand,
seated near fireplace
cat on lap,
Yuletide music on a loop.
Solstice adventure complete.


* Inuit word for crunchy snow

©Ellen Pepper 2025
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