the cold alights her carriage

the cold alights her carriage with sporadic snow flakes
framing a dream-bound figure with meaning- she turns
her life around, as she faces

the northern lights blinking in a winter sky--
what was once felt as a challenge--
stuffed, straitjacketed

into a narrow body of icy water-
surrounded by land on three sides
hands on two sides, now becoming

wind howling hosannas, biting her skin,
coating her demeanor,

demeter delves in these scary waters---
rearranges the fear, that only begins
in purely festooned fiction

honesty arrives again--quite late...
on a southwesterly wind-
just in time to tighten the sails,

the boat now in a perfect wing and wing:breath taking-
 as the white and blue sheets of the sails
 refuse to bellow--simply allow

the wind from behind-- to gently push
all inhabitants to a strange, yet fragrant place 
in the center of chilled salty waters--

before the sun
would warm
the entire scene

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17