Snow fell,
bare branches received it;
froze, dwelt,
and naught there demeaned it.
A newborn light
the lake throughout
dissolves its ice;
and lilts the lanes,
where earth again
emerges ploughed.
Inspired by, and composed in sketch form during, a walk by Jonsvatnet as far as Nedre Jervan on the 14th of January 2024, and a walk along Engelsåsveien in early spring the previous year. Mostly brought into shape on the 15th of January, and completed on the evening of the 17th.
Last updated: 14:31 (GMT+1), 21st January 2024