Posts tagged “frost

Bedazzling

Autumn is a glowing time of year:

Glowing

When trees glow

And leaves catch fire.

On fire

It’s a joyful time

Of dewy play

Joy

And swans

Showing off their families on the local lake.

Swan family

And, if you’re lucky,

You can catch frosted jewels

Among the leaves.

Frost copy

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Softly spring

Spring dances in –

Two steps forward and one step back.

Frosty dawn

Frosted dawns

Give way to soft pink light.

Pink light

Blue skies are serenaded

By blur of wings and trees

Waiting to burst into bud.

Blur of wings

And winter leaves behind

A fragile reminder of its return.

Old leaf copy

For more dancing, please visit: Our World.


Lemon drizzle

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.

Frosted delight copy

The lemon tones

Were repeated in this frosted yellow beauty

Frosted yellow

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

Frosted cone flowers copy

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In the pink

The first frost of the season

Sprinkled the flowers

With pink and ice.

Frosted pink

Silken threads of web

Filled the spaces

Between frozen water drops.

Pink webs

The last rose of the season

Seemed more perfect in

Its imperfection

Rose

And dropped a single petal

As a farewell to summer.

Frosted petal copy

For more frosted stories, please visit: Our World.


Perfect balance

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:

Church

That moment when the light of day

And the dark of night are equal

All around the world.

Bare lace

And now, here in the northern hemisphere,

We go towards lighter times…

Even if we are enjoying the coldest ever winter this spring!

Lacy branches

For more, balanced skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Frosted times

Let me take you back to the end of October last year,

To a cold day of frosted eyelashes on leaves.

Eyelashes copy

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.

Grand central

The brilliance of the sun

Turned the wires into art

Frosted wire

And behind the frosted thistles

I discovered a secret world of rainbow bubbles.

Frosted bokeh copy

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!)

Old rune stone

For more good times, please visit: Our World.


Frosted skies

It’s cold and deliciously wintery now.

But a couple of weeks ago,

When it seemed as if winter would never arrive,

Frosted skies

The promise of winter hung in

The frosted sky

Painting hopes and lake

With glorious tones of gold.

Sunrise copy

For more fabulous skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Frosted flowers

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.

For more flowery scenes, please visit: Our World.


Of silver and feathers

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.

For more peace, please visit: Our World.


Leaf ballet

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.

Don’t leaf without visiting: Our World.


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