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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July was a time of long, long summer nights,
And strawberry swirls in the sky.
Pink gave way to
Ruby red –
As the sun sank into the lake
With a sizzling hot splash.
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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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On a carpet of burnished gold
Swims a swan
In the dancing light
Of a shimmering sunset.
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All you need to see
Is the fiery golden glow of a sunset
To realize how magnificent life really is.
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Every year, the sakura – or Japanese cherry blossoms -
Spread pretty pops of pink elation in downtown Stockholm.
They hang like
Petalled bunches from the trees;
Clouds of blossoms in the sky;
Float in the air
Like pink tutus;
And remind us
That life, like the cherry blossom,
Is fragile, fleeting and beautiful.
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It was the magical ending to a day on the frozen lake:
Pearls of gold
And the deep silence that only snow can bring.
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All bundled up for a wintry walk.
The sighing of the setting sun
Paints the trees with gold.
A lone skater – on thin ice – whizzes by,
His singing skates echoed
By the honking farewells of the last swans of winter.
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In nature, light is the colour
And when the sun bursts through winter gloom
It makes everything glow –
Even the humble frosted bud
And the honeyed tree,
Shining like a star.
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