Three small winter pieces

'Tis dawn and the blue-grey sky with milky blue-white clouds is slowly turning to the intense blue, the town a pool of pearls glowing before the Oslo fjord, just before the sun, probably filtered this morning, swathes the view in its brush stroke of the palest Winter yellow, sometimes intense orange. Oh I do wish you could see a photo of it thus. And in the centre of my 'view' is a comment from the crimson heart, from the sun herself, thank you. You are right I shall do just as you say, as I said one time to Rett, who was the first to welcome me, we become blind to the faults and I have often been a little lazy, not working on them, just letting them pour onto the page, and there they are. i wondered about 'yoyo' being a little plebeian in a poem of nature? Yes there was once weather all in one, in this view there can be snow across by the Holmenkollen ski jump, rain across the lake and sun on the veranda all at once. we live in a 'luxury holiday flat' all the time! A little cramped but tant pis! Have good conversations and laugh at our humour and manage not to worry about bumping into each other in the small space, not bad. He doesn't read poetry though, so is no critic to have around, Sh! With love from Ann of Norway

Thank you Jim, I haven't met you before, I shall be working on these a bit now and make some changes, I agree with you about the two things, although sleet is a common occurrence these days of global warming, so I am not sure what I shall do with the lines yet. I must look at your things now. Respectfully Ann of Norway

My Ink Dragon and Jim, your splash of thoughts have changed these three into a slightly different pattern of words here and there, thanking you for the prompting and suggestions, I hope I have done the changes that will please you both, I am much happier with them. Today they haven't fallen down, the crystals, they have grown and grown during the night like Chinese magic flowers thicker and thicker and more and more flower-like on the ends of twigs. All the trees are dressed for the ballet of winter, the music will be provided by the wind, I wonder what sounds it makes as it passes the snow crystals? The sound of the snowflakes landing is a fact and I have put my ear to the ground and heard them, each one makes a sound, I cannot hope to have the vocabulary fit to describe it. Keep warm and happy Ann

Dear all, I live with a Dane and that should say something rather different from the sentiments discussed here; I have become used to all sorts of 'swearwords' but this one is not one of them. It can be used until 'kingdom come' as far as I am concerned, but it will never loose its subconscious psychological discomforts for me. You may use what you want of course. My imagination gets in the way sometimes!