An April sunset
Of soft ribbons in the sky
That blush as they kiss
The still surface of the water.
A lone tree and I
Enjoy the sight of a double bridge
Of crimson beauty.
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When the morning light hits the trees
In just the right way;
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.
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People want to know if I’m tired of winter and longing for the spring.
The answer is no.
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.
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.
The secret to happiness is not to long for something you don’t have
But to enjoy fully what you do have.
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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.
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Nature is a cathedral
And when the sun shines through the iced trees
They are frosted stained glass windows.
The grandeur of these spires
Never fails to amaze
And the dancing light of winter
Waltzes its way into the soul.
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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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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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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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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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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.
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
To lift up the spirits so that I shouted out in joy.
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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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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.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
By Robert Frost (1874-1963)