Spring dances in –
Two steps forward and one step back.
Give way to soft pink light.
Blue skies are serenaded
By blur of wings and trees
Waiting to burst into bud.
And winter leaves behind
A fragile reminder of its return.
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One of the delights of having an early frost
Is that you can capture both frost and colour:
This is one of my favourite photos from October.
The lemon tones
Were repeated in this frosted yellow beauty
While the late autumn cone flowers
Danced in icy tutus to the music of the wind.
There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good. ~ Edwin Denby
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The first frost of the season
Sprinkled the flowers
With pink and ice.
Silken threads of web
Filled the spaces
Between frozen water drops.
The last rose of the season
Seemed more perfect in
And dropped a single petal
As a farewell to summer.
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We celebrated the spring equinox
With three days of snow.
But that doesn’t matter –
The equinox is the time when the world is
In perfect balance:
That moment when the light of day
And the dark of night are equal
All around the world.
And now, here in the northern hemisphere,
We go towards lighter times…
Even if we are enjoying the coldest ever winter this spring!
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Let me take you back to the end of October last year,
To a cold day of frosted eyelashes on leaves.
It was a stunning bright day
Perfect for a drive out to the horse ranch
Sporting its old Grand Central clock on the side of the barn.
The brilliance of the sun
Turned the wires into art
And behind the frosted thistles
I discovered a secret world of rainbow bubbles.
On the way home, I stopped to admire
The endurance of this ancient rune stone
(And to wonder if the Simpsons was based on the pattern on the stone…
Look at those eyes!)
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It’s cold and deliciously wintery now.
But a couple of weeks ago,
When it seemed as if winter would never arrive,
The promise of winter hung in
The frosted sky
Painting hopes and lake
With glorious tones of gold.
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It’s still too mild and grey for November, so I’m looking back to the end of October
When the frost presented a cheery iced sun;
And a wild pink rose
Covered in cold eyelashes.
Further on, a rose bud
Shimmered with melted hopes and ice –
And I found myself
At the beating heart of nature itself.
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After many days of mild grey weather,
The early morning light
Carried whispers on the breeze
Of a frosty world of silver.
(See how the iced reeds match the bark of the silver birches?)
In the silence of that iced-over dawn
Peace floated down
As light and beautiful as a feather.
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Autumn was short-lived and intense this year.
But last weekend I had an amazing experience.
In the distance, I saw a sunny bower of branches
And a shower of leaves dancing in the wind as they fell to the ground.
I stood under those trees and listened.
The leaves danced and twirled and fluttered down on me,
Sounding like gentle rain as they came to rest on hair, ground and an icy bench.
I like to look for the new beginnings in these ends.
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Frosted boats in the early morning light.
A heron bows to the beauty of a crisp early morning
Before flying off
And lending its own poetry to the sky.
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