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As I await feedback on Gods of Rua from the last batch of beta readers (and cover art from the maestro) I decided to head north. As far as the road goes. In Canada, that is a long way. Damn near top o’ the world. I’ll be returning. Mucho inspirató.
Season of the Sun
Joy in the North, life was playful
as yellow butterflies chasing each other round the arctic circle
whirling dust devils rise in the delta heat
where the road ends
The Great Migration is underway
travelers from all corners of the continent
from the Old Country across distant oceans
to make fire with sky above and earth below
where wildflowers burst from ancient glaciers
and the midnight wind blows in cool, river sweet
swaying sleeping branches beneath a midday sun
The birds have long known
singing of truth
as children play below an endless blue sky
into a night that does not come
Distance swallows vision
the weight of human eyes
lost to tundra folding into horizon
into dragon spine mountains
and impenetrable forest
Last of the giants thrive
beasts of hoof, horn, and claw
at once feared and adored by travelers
Yet it is the water
brown and slow, clear and fast, silent and still
that is the pulse of this land
free of ice, it sings
while ravens speak with raindrops in their throats
and the solstice sun smolders over the legend of the Klondike
Golden Eternal
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