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"Distant" 

When winter came
it came fast 
cold as a witch's t*t

unwelcome and 
unwanted, 
we hesitate 

to move 
any further within 
the forest's interior

alarmed at how 
swift the transfiguring
of a season, begins

we think, 
now that in itself,
a dangerous thing, 

what course 
of journey, this? 
looking upwards 

perplexed, questioning
a glowering grey sky 
like lost Tumnus

We all have winter
breathe upon us 
in the footsteps 

we try to follow,
but somehow 
they just don’t fit

we walk outside
the melting imprints
to find best fit

the journey 
takes us far 
from home 

the cold calls
we anticipate
they arrive, sometime

when we least expect,
the doors and gates 
close 

we feel 
the fire inside
a heart alight

standing stalwart
in the mist of us, like a 
singular lone lampost 

flickering
beyond 
our limits 

we whistle 
with the cold wind 
to make of Winter - 

a kind friend

somehow 
we find the frost
of isolation, consoling 

humoured 
by its failure 
to beguile us, numb

a new season 
spins us in, we become
like snowflakes

beautifully alive 
for a short time 
randomly falling 

on the hearts 
and lives of others 
we are merging

in the silence
affording us, 
the beat ups 

poetic 
internal conversations
with that part of the story 

that is terribly aloof 
hidden and missing
inside us 

we are gossamer 
light suspended 
in its crystal

somewhere within 
we knock on
the many doors 

behind one 
ensconced in central core
it watches and it waits

rubbing its palms 
together, warm in 
our wanting 

to be 
just, and 
unjudged 

let in

eventually
all in good time
it whispers

we hear it 
like a feather falling
in the chilling breeze

distant

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



“Narnia Music, Winter” / Peter’s  Soul
https://youtu.be/hsl7O-_ZsLk





"There are far, 
far better things ahead 
than any we leave behind.”


"The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which."


"Eternal Life is gained 
by utter abandonment 
of one’s own life. 
When God appears 
to His ardent lover, 
the lover is absorbed in Him, 
and not so much as a hair 
of the lover remains. 
True lovers are as shadows, 
and when the sun shines in glory, 
the shadows vanish away." 









symbolism. 
Lampost
Tumnus



"The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe", by C.S Lewis 
https://gutenberg.ca/ebooks/lewiscs-thelionthewitchandthewardrobe/lewiscs-thelionthewitchandthewardrobe-00-h.html



https://threerobertshomeschool.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/symbolism-in-the-chronicles-of-narnia
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