Welcome
Larry Christianson is a Minnesota poet living in the Twin Cities metro area. For him – poetry is about paying attention as life rolls along. Observation and reflection. Insight and vision. Storytelling and self-discovery – all the while giving voice to memories and meanings in a stripped down style that aims to open many doors for readers to enter into their own stories and hopes and dreams.
WINTERLONG
Winterlong –
Bemoaning duration
or severity?
Begrudging shades of white
or rescuing from obscurity
an old folky song
from back in 1969.
A more than young Neil
giving clarity of voice
to not only the weather:
“I waited for you winterlong.
You seem to be where I belong.
It’s all illusion anyway.”
No delusion anyway –
Winter happening for real
here in Minnesota.
Transforming shades of gray
into gloomy afternoon sunshine
chilling weak,
and waning in long shadows
brightening,
loosening.
Icy grips of imagination
freeing,
rescuing tired promises
of Spring.
Arriving finally in bursts
of warmth and wonder,
and brilliant shades of green.
And lengthening days
waiting beyond illusion
all winterlong.
--Larry Christianson
February 2008