Misty curtains part,
Dawn appears through the cracks
With fingers of light.
Time to stop and gaze in wonder;
And let the busy pause.
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There’s nothing more delicious
Than the blue hour of morning,
When clouds freckle the lake,
Boats float on blue silk,
And leaf-studded frost
Decorates the jetty.
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It’s been very grey here -
So grey that the newspapers are saying
We’ve had fewer than 8 hours of sunshine so far this month.
In fact, it looks as if even the ducks are complaining about the lack of sun!
There are moments of beauty, though,
When the grey and the bird
Look like a silken painting.
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I found a jewel in the early morning mist.
(Ruby takes her role as model very seriously.)
To the right of the jetty,
A pink panorama opened up;
And to the left, an Impressionist painting
Of trees floating in the dawn.
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My daughter and I have just enjoyed five magical days in Venice.
I haven’t had time to sort through my many photos, but I love the skies I managed to captured on my mobile phone.
The early mornings
Were often dazzling and golden;
And sometimes the quiet back streets
Offered up gifts of moody clouds
And beautiful views.
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The sun breaks through
The early morning fog
With a glorious
Golden hallelujah of light.
(Note to self: Let nothing dim the light that shines within.)
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Late September sunsets
Are when cloud rainbows reflect in water
And autumn dances in
Wearing lilac veils.
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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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Late summer — and dawn is finally making an appearance again at a reasonable time.
Some mornings, sunrise unfurls like a parasol
Made of blue silk;
Sometimes the dawn
Is an orange burst;
But my favourite kind of sunrise
Is one of peace and reflection,
A canvas ready for colour
And the signature of three small birds in flight.
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Late summer is a time for the blues –
Time for the happy blues;
Time to gaze in wonder
At the ripples
And enjoy a golden sunset
(And a dog).
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