Kerosene lantern guides my way
as end is near to waning day
I carve striations in the crust
on skis toward remote chalet
and guided by the moon I trust
in mountain paths that are my lust
twas far to go, but soon I’m there
to stay and eat is now a must
inside I will for blisters care
there in the hissing lantern’s glare
I’ll find a bunk-bed for the night
and for my mountain days prepare
but yet I’m here, the moon is bright
and I can see the guiding light
my mountain ways are always right
my mountain ways are always right
A little bit manipulated picture from last winter
Linked to Real Toads, where we write poetry inspired by Roberg Frost. This one takes my own feeling from “Stopping by woods on a snow evening” – I have tried to keep rhymes and meter fairly correct.
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March 1, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
“guided by the moon I trust” – gives a very intimate feel to your relationship with the moon…a strong friendship developed between the traveler and the celestial night-light.
“My mountain ways are always right” Awesome!
That last stanza is just lovely Bjorn ~ You captured the voice & rhythm of Robert Frost ~ Happy Sunday ~
You bring me there, without shivering against the snow but flowing with it. Worthy of Frost.
Hey I used the same rhyme scheme and poem ( Stopping By…)…brilliant close…it’s got to be right…love the spirit here..
I love the sense of both freedom and purpose in this Bjorn–I can see that mountain, and the beauty of the the immaculate snow being carved by your presence, yet not altered, only enhanced to the mind, just as the cold both carves and enhances you and your experience of it. The repetition at the end concludes the piece perfectly.
A great sense of Frost here–and I love the skiing imagery and words–I can feel those blisters! Very nice and the repetition at the end so Frostian and, as Hedge, says, perfect here. k.
Is is based on a true event? Did you take this photo? Because it’s hauntingly beautiful I must say.
Love the rhythm!
I do indeed go in the mountains on skis in winter.. but usually I get in before sunset… Usually I go out in April… so it’s quite often enough daylight…
You have captured the essence of Frost’s voice in this piece. And the poem itself, the message, resonates with truth and authenticity of experience.
written by a man woh know how to enjoy the winter months. I miss my skiing days.
I love the way this reads…it feels so like paces…footsteps pushing forward…well written, Bjorn!
What a wonderful tribute to Frost. I have sung a number of his text set to music–and they –like this–just seems to sing themselves
Lovely once more, Bjorn. I’m originally from northeast Ohio in the U.S., Your poem brings back to me the experience of the deep snows.
I love the rhyme scheme of “Stopping by woods..” and you have show much skill in applying it to your own particular journey in your personal context. Lovely work.
This is positively awesome ….
Awesome job capturing the mood and flow of Frost. Love this.