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
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This painting of mine was inspired by a photo posted on Facebook taken by a friend during her daily run. Lucky woman!
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
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Cross country ski
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
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
(we have just tried to ski for the very first time…..)
