aqiluqqaq

[aqiluqqaq: Inuit for soft snow]

Out in the winter morning
the air snaps peppery
aqiluqqaq sifts off feathery
soft trickling streams of white
from dark fir magic wands

The trail glistens listens
for the soft-pitched slice
of thin skis susurration
propelled by long springing
sliding strides ong slung
poles’ extension to quadruped

Eyes blur in the edged cold
maples are slender silhouettes
clean verticals against the horizontal
white where shadows are blue
and white is soft and brilliant

aqiluqqaq

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to aqiluqqaq

  1. drew says:

    i like the last three lines of the third stanza a lot; a cool close-up image to end it

  2. riverwriter says:

    Thanks, Drew. I am enjoying writing this series; actually, I am writing ahead and preposting, as I will be travelling by train to Vancouver in the next week to be present for the birth of our daughter’s first child (our third grandchild).

    I am just in the middle of writing number eleven, “mitailaq”, about soft snow on ice floe covering an open spot. Because I am so enchanted by the process of writing the whole series, I am contemplating reworking the whole set for publication.

    As you can probably tell, I grew up in the heavily snowed north, which is quite different from my southern Ontario winter homescape.

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