The golden evening light of late summer
Transforms even the humblest of flowers
Into works of art:
From downy pillows of fluff
To small wishes ready for take off.
And if you’re lucky,
You might even see a dandelion rainbow.
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The lone umbrella
Speaks of a jetty well used;
Of summer picnics and laughter.
But now, in this glorious moment
Of mist and clouds
And pink abstract –
It speaks of the peace of an early dawn.
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I’m still in England –
And probably enjoying a view like this one over the Sussex countryside.
I just love the lamps, the birds
And the golden tapestry of the field behind.
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Inside iron, you can find velvet;
Inside the hard, a soft centre –
And in the petal, there resides
The strength to hold up the sky.
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It’s been hard taking photos as the sun sets around 11 pm
And rises again at about 2.30 in the morning – and even then it’s never really dark.
Sometimes, however, you get lucky –
A cold front comes in, the fleece goes on –
And you go out to enjoy the beauty
Of a summer storm.
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Dazzling golden light
Dances on the lake,
While the swan
Sails majestically on ripples.
As the sun sets and twilight descends,
Lake and swan
Become a beautiful abstract.
(Summer is a gorgeous time in ‘my’ backyard!)
I’m selling these shots as prints, posters, photos, bags and cushions on my Red Bubble site. * End of shameless self-marketing*
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Last weekend, a fierce bolt of lightning
And a thunder clap announced the arrival of rain.
The lone jetty stretched out
Towards the infinity of purple rain,
And we enjoyed the sight of wild clouds
Rolling in over the lake before running home
Wet and exhilarated.
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High up in the mountains of Norway,
The early spring skies are big and wild –
And old houses have birch trees growing on them!
Roros is an old copper mining town –
And the remnants of those days lend some kind of industrial romance
When decorated with dramatic skies.
As the sun peeked over the ridge of the mountains
Another glorious day dawned –
And I was grateful to be there.
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A while back – before the ice melted on the lake –
Stormy pink clouds attracted my attention.
Among the reflected clouds,
I saw a feathered group of swans,
Enjoying the dawn.
They remained there for a long time,
As if frozen to the ice.
Later on, they were gone
And only their memory — along with the clouds –
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It’s just another post…
(Excuse the pun!)
And a wild purple sunset
Enjoyed by a lone duck
In a storm.
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