Tag Archives: Norway

Cross country skiing

January 2, 2019poem, Poetry, wintercross country ski, Norway, oslo, poem, poetry, Ski, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Glad voices ring out in the chill air from the sledding slope
As we circle unsteadily on a frozen lake, finding our feet
Long new six foot wooden feet
Then we begin to glide, relaxing into the flow
Betrayed by speed on the first slope
The ground crashes up to us
We kiss hard snow several times as we ski through the forest
Mainly laughing at our woes
Eschewing the tracks, our (mostly) parallel woods slice into fresh powdered snow
Until the next topple

Written after we had just tried to (cross country) ski for the very first time — in the middle of a Norwegian forest.

Evening in Norwegian mountains

December 29, 2018poem, Poetry, winterfamily, Life, mountains, Norway, poem, poetry, snow, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

White cold sun slides down
The arc of brief afternoon
Dips behind a shattered peak
And snow and air turn vivid blue
Colouring all in dimness
Silence becomes more so
It is the time for trolls

My sons laughter fills the sledding slope
As I cajole them to the cabin
A long walk away
Across deep snow
During the time for trolls

Re-blogged from 2017

Cross country ski

March 19, 2018nature, poem, Poetry, winterNorway, poem, poetry, Ski, snow, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Re-blogged from 2016….and we still can’t Ski….

Olso Fjord

December 23, 2017beauty, poem, Poetrybeauty, Life, nature, Norway, oslo, poetry, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

Olso Fjord

Brightness cuts the morning haze to lace
Distant fjord islands float on the light
Sunbright reflections dazzle into the camera lens
Here at the city edge, the discontinuity between city and fjord
We stand, building cranes nosing and noising behind us
While silence washes all clean in front of us

Originally blogged May 1 2016…. I’m dreaming of a white Christmas….

Evening in Norwegian mountains

July 22, 2017children, Fantasy, Life, nature, parenting, poem, Poetry, speculative poetry, winterfamily, Life, nature, Norway, poem, Science Fiction Poetry, snow, speculative poetry, trolls, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

White cold sun slides down
The arc of brief afternoon
Dips behind a shattered peak
And snow and air turn vivid blue
Colouring all in dimness
Silence becomes more so
It is the time for trolls

My sons laughter fills the sledding slope
As I cajole them to the cabin
A long walk away
Across deep snow
During the time for trolls