Tag Archives: winter

Snowfall

February 9, 2019beauty, poem, Poetry, winterbeauty, poem, poetry, snow, Snowfall, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Constable mirrors move
continually from light to dark
ever modulating apparent form
as the sun beyond
tries to pierce their hazy layer
parting it from the cool beauty
of the rolling opalescence below.

But the white motes now thin and slow their descent
becoming weary of motion
seeking quiet and rest
among their forerunners who now
lie on the cold earth
waiting for warmth to free them
for yet further journeys.

Cold Sun

February 2, 2019poem, Poetry, weather, winterpoem, poetry, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Sharp shadows jag over bare branches
frost nips and tucks

trees scratch at the sky
calling for warmth

chill wind cuts my coat
lazily going through not round

cold sun gives no favour
aloof in winterbright sky

Cloud wash

January 21, 2019England, Life, poem, Poetry, winterbrexit, Life, poem, poetry, Trump, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Grey wash of cloud
lids the day
brings some vague warmth
to this week
headline news staggers from
crisis to dismay
heads down, we all carry on
trying not to believe

Friday poem: How like a winter

January 11, 2019Friday Poem, love, poem, Poetry, Shakespeare, winterlove, poem, poetry, Shakespeare, sonnet, sonnet 97, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

How like a winter hath my absence been

From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!

What old December’s bareness everywhere!

And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time,

The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,

Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,

Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:

Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me

But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;

For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,

And thou away, the very birds are mute;

Or if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer

That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

by William Shakespeare

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

Poem : Winter Twilight

October 16, 2018beauty, poem, Poetrybeauty, poem, poetry, twilight, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

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

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

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

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….