As walking underneath the pink clouds

(Waving gently in the wind)

Of the sakura or Japanese cherry blossoms.

They remind us that life

Is intense and fleeting

As it follows the natural cycles

Of birth and death and renewal.

They flower for such a short time, like us,

And remind us that we too are as beautiful

And transient as a cherry blossom.

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Than rush hour on the lake

When water, birds and light

Become beautiful abstract art.

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The wings of the swan

Love the light of the setting sun.

“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.” — Mary Oliver

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When the sun made stars out of water

And Oscar made abstract art

Out of water pearls.

On the way home, I turned around

To see my daughter caught in the fairy glitter

And become one with nature.

The setting sun

Threw its golden drops

On grass and woodland flowers

As if to say: Stop. Look. Listen.

And appreciate.

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With or without wispy ears –

To share a sunset with.

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Perhaps it was the golden silence

Calling my name;

Or the beaver in the lake

As he swam through watery clouds.

Perhaps it was the glory

Of a new day whispering:

Do not miss a single golden moment.

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To show us change as one season glides into another,

(This is winter going into spring.)

It shows us renewal and transformation through stormy phases

And, finally, softens into peace and beauty.

(All shots are of my local lake over the past couple of weeks.)

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Spring makes itself heard in the loud

Symphony of birds

Twittering, singing, warbling.

It’s a feathered harmony of music!

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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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And even though they happen every year, it feels as if I were experiencing them

For the very first time.

It’s magical when the ice finally melts …

When the first patch of crocuses appear in the neighbours’ garden…

When we can finally get out into the woods again

And witness birds singing on trees.

Even the faded beauty of an old cottage in the woods

Takes on new beauty

And the old window

Reflects back a stately tree.

Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect. -Alan Cohen

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