Poetry by Kersten Christianson
I dream of dark crow
night, stars or snowflakes shimmer
their wan-lit path down,
down, down to wave-tossed
sea. Three weeks yet ‘til Solstice
when we turn a left
on a pitted road,
put ear to the ground, listen
for returning light’s
arrival. My skull
rattles from so much darkness,
echoes a tuneless
song. Split the wood, add
the tinder, build the bonfire
to welcome the sun.
Kersten Christianson derives inspiration from wild, wanderings, and road trips. Her newest poetry collection, The Ordering of Stars, will publish with Sheila-Na-Gig in 2025. Kersten lives in Sitka, Alaska. She eyeballs tides, shops Old Harbor Books, and hoards smooth ink pens.
