The Day is turning into night
light after light is being switched off
soon it is going to sleep
– the village
But … look … every house has got a shining star
over the roof
just like in the carol
….a good night they need
after all their work in the day
and before important work tomorrow
some titanic work
like building a tower to heaven
and some
quite down to earth…
All important in the big picture
From when I was a little child I had a special feeling for ‘December the first’ , it was the Christmas month!
Here today it is not much that reminds of the December with the ingredients from childhood winter:
White angles, frozen river and snow clad evergreen forests.
A dense fog is heavily hanging on the mountain sides,
sleet showers and some wet snowflakes in-between…
until it gathers in heavy drops of water
Lovely!
You can see so far when it is foggy.
The mountains do not block the view
we are able to look ahead all that is heavy for our mind
and everything that gives us joy
The sun’s warm beams
from last summer fall onto our face
with their cleansing miracle
Oh you wide world
how beautiful the fog is
Frå eg var liten hadde det ein eigen klang: Julemånaden!
Her i dag er det ikkje mykje som minner om
desember med barndommens ingrediensar:
kvite enger, islagt vatn og snøkledd granskog.
Skodda ligg tungt nedpå fjellsidene,
sluddbyger og innimellom våte snøflukser
som går over i store våte dropar fyllte med kaldt vatn.
Herleg!
Du ser så langt i skodda.
Fjella stenger ikkje
vi kan sjå forbi alt som tyngjer
og over i alt som gir glede
Sola sine varme stråler
frå i sommar
treffer oss som
rensande regndropar i ansiktet
Du kor vakker skodda er
