Tag Archives: winter

Poem : Winter Twilight

October 16, 2018beauty, poem, Poetrybeauty, poem, poetry, twilight, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

At the end of a long and busy day
The sky is dressed in lacy gray
With a sigh she dips her toes
Into a twilight of delicate rose

Winter sun

September 26, 2018beauty, Life, poem, Poetry, winterbeauty, poem, poetry, sun, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

The sky is empty
Pale winter blue
A single bar of cloud
Hovers over the western horizon
And as I drive
The sun dips behind it
The edges of the cloud glow silver
The strong beauty almost takes me off the road

Re-blogged from 2015 — but this happpened to me again the other day!

Winter at the hill fort

April 21, 2018archeology, nature, poem, Poetry, winterEngland, hill fort, Hoar Oak Water, poem, poetry, trees, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Bright winter pools lean against the
steep grassy ramparts
and trees are doubled by reflection.
Our path is not so much muddy
as at swimming depth
so we clamber up to where
large cloven hoofprints
embroider the rim.
A fat old oak
moss green, porcine, thick with time
blocks our way,
it’s toes scrabbling
pushing into slushy mud.

They bend and stoop

April 18, 2018Friends, poem, Poetry, weather, winterpoem, poetry, snow, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

They bend and stoop
In a flurry of action
Grabbing great handfuls of snow
Crushing and moulding
Until a snowball lofts high
Arcing across the winter afternoon
Plopping down on a vivid coat
Chilling an unprotected neck
Cries of laughter and outrage fill the cold air

Re-blogged from 2015….

Cross country ski

March 19, 2018nature, poem, Poetry, winterNorway, poem, poetry, Ski, snow, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

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

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

Winter Sun

March 12, 2018beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, winterbeauty, nature, sun, Sunset, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

The sky is empty
pale winter blue
a single bar of cloud
hovers over the western horizon
and, as I drive
the sun dips behind it
the edges of the cloud glow silver.
The strong beauty almost takes me off the road

Re-blogged from 2016…..

Winter Hill

January 6, 2018archeology, beauty, England, history, poem, Poetry, winterarcheology, Avebury, Neolithic, poem, poetry, prehistory, silbury hill, stone circles, Stonehenge, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Steep green turfed pudding
summit ringing terraces
slopes carved by sheepen hooves,
local springs, winter born, fill a surrounding pool.

Built near ancestral dead, venerable springs,
the great stone circles
and an ancient way once trodden by mammoth.
The largest winter hill and the last,
Silbury still haunts and surprises.

This great last monument of the Stone Age in England is not far from where I live, and continually fascinates me. Image from and further information at heritageaction

Winter journey

December 27, 2017beauty, Christmas, poem, Poetry, winterbeauty, Christmas, journey, poem, poetry, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Sunset bruised sky
Hangs over
Road jeweled across the night

For all those making journeys this season.

Winter Ploughing

November 27, 2017art, watercolour, winterart, Life, Sunset, watercolour, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

A scene glimpsed from the road as we returned from visiting our eldest son at University. The high ridges of a winter ploughed field catching the low light of a sunset:

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 aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

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