Swan, bedazzled


On a carpet of burnished gold


Swims a swan

In the dancing light

Of a shimmering sunset.

Dazzling copy

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A gift

The moon

Nestled in the lilac velvet of a sunrise

Is a gift to be enjoyed greedily

Purple sky

As the rising sun

Casts its glorious rays

Lighting up leaves like torches

Autumn moon copy

And the moon – sinking rapidly –

Throws back the sunbeams

On the silken waters.

Moon wide shot

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Zen dawn

An early sunrise –

Blushing with fog;


The blank canvas of dawn

A perfect backdrop for a lone duck.

Misty duck

Autumn foliage,

Warm-stoned church

Remind us that we are all just

Eternal travellers in time.

Misty church

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Ode to autumn

Leaves quietly cover a forest path.

Oscar leads the way…

Leafy Path

Around the bend, we come across the perfection

Of clouds, warm stone church and the flaming torches

Of the trees.

Panorama copy

The churchyard is ablaze with colour;

Leaves crunch underfoot.


The warm red of the priest’s shed

Matches the leaves.

Wooden hut

Time to head home

Under the canopy of a dramatic sky.

Moody tractor

Oscar is more than happy with his walk –

For this is the radiant joy that is autumn.


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Golden bowl

The longest day (and shortest night)

Threw the sun against

The golden bowl of the sky

Golden 1 copy

And wrapped up the lake

In ribbons of cloud.

Golden 2

Gone half past ten at night

And still light.

An infinity of reflected beauty.

Golden 3

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Summer candy

There is nothing more delicious

Than the candy stripes

Of a late summer sunset

Candy sky copy

That softens from pink

Into orange ribbons,

Orange stripes

And finally melts

Into reflected peace.

Final sky

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An April sunset

Of soft ribbons in the sky

Crimson beauty

That blush as they kiss

The still surface of the water.

Crimson 1

A lone tree and I

Enjoy the sight of a double bridge

Of crimson beauty.

Crimson reflection 1 copy

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The Yin and Yang

A while back, my daughter received a bouquet of flowers after singing in her school show.

As they graced the kitchen table, I notice a bright beam of light leading the eye to

A bud holding the fuzzy promise of hope to come –

In stark contrast to the unfurled beauty of a tulip already in full bloom.


I took the bouquet outside

Into the gentle snow,

snowy vase

And enjoyed the yin of the white snowflakes

On the yang of the rich red petals.

Snowflaked red tulip

Suddenly, my philosophical mood was broken

By Oscar photobombing my photo session.

But I guess that’s what yin and yang is all about –

Complementary forces (even if it is just a dog’s tail)

Forming harmony to remind us

That we are all part of a greater whole.


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When the morning light hits the trees

In just the right way;

Snowscape 2

When the blue bowl of the sky

Hangs like a silken canopy over the frozen lake;


And when the sun sets

In soft pastel purples…

Then … yes then!

Winter is a glorious place to be.

Sky and snow

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Spring Schpring!

People want to know if I’m tired of winter and longing for the spring.

The answer is no.

Snow dazzle copy

Late winter is a fabulous time of dazzling sun;

Of lacy art made out of ice and rainbows:


Of exhilarating days of trees made out of curtains of lace.

Curtain of lace

It’s still minus 14C when we wake up

Making it pleasant to walk on the iced over lake

To enjoy the sight of sunken boats and endless blue skies.

Sunken boat

The secret to happiness is not to long for something you don’t have

But to enjoy fully what you do have.

Oscar rolling in snow

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A blue dream

A clear blue winter sky

Lends its colour to the ice beneath my feet.

My furry friend and I

Dance on sapphires

In the early morning light.

On ice dog copy

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Stained glass

Nature is a cathedral

And when the sun shines through the iced trees

They are frosted stained glass windows.

Stained glass 1 copy

The grandeur of these spires

Never fails to amaze

Frosted effect

And the dancing light of winter

Waltzes its way into the soul.

Stained glass snow

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The winged sky

We’ve had some deliciously foggy October mornings

That part to reveal unexpected pleasures.

The geese honk their farewells loudly

As they sail above me in the mist.

My spirits rise up

And I let my worries float away on the winged sky.

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Dragon in the sky

How glorious a greeting

The sky gives gives

When a dragon of clouds

Sweeps in to breathe light

And colour into the world.

And on the day of the Spring Equinox,

The light declares: I’m back!

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Delicious autumn

I love autumn and the autumn skies,

Especially the fireworks autumn puts on in the early mornings.

I’m invigorated by the sky’s soft blush,

The flamboyant colours of the leaves,

The dramatic harmony of sky and trees and water.

George Eliot put it so well when she wrote,

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”

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The warmth of early October brought out the bees.


(even with hairy legs),


With fragile wings sitting atop a throne of flowers,

And bee-draggled in the rain,

But still clinging onto the petal, onto life

Like a gorgeous jewel.

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September daze

There is something glorious about the late September light.

It warms the heart

And lights up unexpected autumn cameos

In hidden pockets of the woods.

It unfurls ribbons of water

Inviting you to take a dip if you’re brave enough;

And, on the last day of September,

Its glorious golden rays turn the woods into a painting

That speaks of children climbing in the trees

All the way up to the sky

To touch that lovely light

And spread it to the world like laughter.

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Imagine, if you will, the stillness of

The very early morning – the world

Wrapped tightly in sleep and fog.

Suddenly, the mist is pierced

By magical fingers of light.

An illumination of world and soul -

Where the light does not reveal anything,

But is itself the revelation.

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Two sides of love

I came across two abandoned bags on the worn steps of an old church

And stopped to wonder:

Is there anything quite as sad as loving someone who has stopped loving you?

Love lost somewhere between altar and reality,

Abandoned on church steps

Along with the rice, the scattered hopes, that once promised so much.


I saw Love up close, there in the rice on the church steps,

Worn with feet eager for love.

Bride and groom departed;

Bags left there in haste.

No time for anything but each other.

Poem inspired by Sätra Brunn Church

Of rainbows and marshmallow skies

For one glorious day this week, the clouds disappeared

And let the sun frolic in a sky that was

The fragile blue of a jay’s wing.

And floating up high were delicious marshmallow clouds

That beckoned and said, “Come, take a sweet sticky bite of the day!”

Not to be outdone, the sun gleamed and glittered

Leaving a trail of sparkling rainbows

Like laughter

To lift up the spirits so that I shouted out in joy.

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The cloths of heaven

It was cold, sub-zero temperatures — and yet the air was so alive with crystals of moisture. There, at the end of the street, I saw a rainbow, which later on went to weave its colours into the clouds and skies.

Bringing to mind one of my favourite poems by W.B. Yeats…

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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Fire and ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.


From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

heart-on-fireBut if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great

landscape-12And would suffice.
By Robert Frost (1874-1963)


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