Posts tagged “gold

Lavender skies

There is nothing as magnificent

As those big lavender and gold skies –

Big purple and gold sky copy

And the total joy

Of two dogs running through the purple:

Living as if someone left the gate open.

Purple sunset copy

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Feathered hope

An early golden sunset;

Birds flying off into the horizon; echoes of their flight left on the water.

For some reason, this simple scene

Filled me with hope for the future

And peace in the present.

‘Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul.’
– Emily Dickinson
Winter sunset
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Golden thread

If I had needle and golden thread

I’d weave you a glorious tapestry

Golden dawn copy

Of clouds

And colour at dawn.

Dawn 2

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Serenade

What better way to serenade

The late September sky of

Purple and gold

Lake

Than with a jump

Of joy –

Oscar-equinox-jump

Followed by a long moment

Enjoying the golden ripples

Of the reflected sun?

Ripples

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Dawn gold

Something woke me up far too early (before 5 am).

Perhaps it was the golden silence

Calling my name;

Dawn 1

Or the beaver in the lake

As he swam through watery clouds.

Dawn 3

Perhaps it was the glory

Of a new day whispering:

Do not miss a single golden moment.

Dawn copy

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Plane skies

The hush of dawn at the airport.

A wooden floor of shimmering gold.

Plane

Dreams can come true too

If you fly off into the sunrise.

Into dawn

(Pictures taken with my mobile phone on the way to Paris.

My daughter directed and took the second photo.)

THANK YOU for all your comments.

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Mist, rising

The pink glow of the early setting winter sun

Enticed us outside to explore

The wonders just beyond the horizon.

Viewing the mist

It was a miracle of trees that

Seemed to float in the rising mist –

Mist rising 2

A wonder of purple and gold

Painting the fog with magic.

Mist rising copy

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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

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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.

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Talking leaves

It starts as a whisper…

Urging me to go outside and discover the beauty of the day.

I think it’s the leaves talking, don’t you?

Sometimes the September sun is so bright

That you just can’t help posing in its gold;

Other times, the early morning mist

Creates a  soft scarf of wisps,

And as you walk on,

You might discover a tiny universe of dew

Or the grand sight of a heron basking in the first rays of light

Before flying off into the distance –

Leaving you all the richer for having seen his graceful flight.

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Golden wings

Sometimes

The evening comes

Softly

On golden wings.

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A bench in the sun

As the sun sets in a blaze of glory,

There is no better place to watch the play

Of cloud and light

Than on a bench in the setting sun.

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Golden feathers

Sometimes –

When the light is right

And lies in golden ribbons on the water,

The ordinary (even if just the legs of a duck)

Becomes extraordinary.

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Swan lake

After days and days of snow and rain,

The air is washed clear

And ready to receive the golden bowl of the sun

As it rises into the blue

Dawn of a new day.

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Golden drops (or how to make a fool of yourself)

Winter has returned with ice and snow.

A couple of mornings ago, the sun was shining

And the icy drops on a rail were shining like golden pearls.

People going to catch the train wondered what on earth I was photographing

As I squatted there with my bottom up in the air.

A little while later, I took up my weird squatting position

To capture the newly-melted snow on the brave head of a crocus.

I passed a garden with a wooden fence that had holes in it.

Once again, I no doubt looked like a crazy woman as I peered

Through to see a friendly bunch of snowdrops on the other side.

Then I caught sight of a diamond shining next to some fluffy buds.

Finally, something I could photograph with grace!

(Oh, the things we do for our blogs…)

For more golden moments, please visit: Our World.


Sun star

When the sun shines

And twinkles like the star it is…

That can only mean one thing:

The ice has melted

And the lake is now a golden bowl of water.

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A colourful world

February is a a time where nothing much happens;

Where life unfolds with the rhythm of the seasons –

And splashes of colour surprise and delight:

February fog

A magical parchment sky,

A glittering rainbow world.

It’s true though that change is good for the soul,

When one kind of colourful world

Is exchanged – even though briefly – for another.

It’s nice to get away and gain a little perspective –

It helps you appreciate all the good things you already have.

The true harvest of my life is intangible – a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched. — Thoreau

The vibrancy of Time Square, NY

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The gold at my fingertips

I have a confession to make: I’ve been longing for snow – or at least a hard frost.

This time last year, it was – 18 C with golden sunsets  in the middle of the afternoon.

(Here’s one of my favourite pictures from last winter.)

Lately, it’s been grey and foggy with bare branches glowing pink at dawn.

But, just as I’m about to feel very sorry for myself,

I take another look at this November’s early glowing sunset

And realize that…

… Sometimes it’s easy to miss the colours of the rainbow because you’re too busy looking for the pot of gold.

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A boatful of gold

There is something special about the early autumn light:

A clarity that turns spider webs into pearls,

And leafy loveliness into stained glass windows.

It takes the first leaves of autumn

And turns them into amber beauty

And just before the sun sets

It fills the boats with liquid gold.

For more golden moments, please visit: Our World.


Golden motes of light

Sometimes

When the light is just right

And the shadows weave a tapestry with the sun –

If you take the time to look closely and marvel

Even the humblest sight – like a cloud of midges -

Can become a magnificent and beautiful cloud of gold dust

Reminding us that we all have hidden depths and beauty within.

A cloud of midges glowing in the sunset

For more golden moments, please visit: Skywatch.


Humble reeds

Have you noticed the way water reflects the sky

As blue silk

Or how the sky lends even unnoticed reeds

A golden glory that is all their own?

One of the miracles of nature is the fact that even

The humblest of places are filled with beauty.

Just as in life.

For more humble beauty, please visit: Skywatch.


Winter gold

The snow and ice have melted away. The sun is shining

And magical light is flooding our senses.

But – before it’s too late – I want to show you the gold of winter;

The gold that goes unnoticed in autumn’s burnished blaze

And spring’s happy song.

Now, with the sun warming my face,

It’s easy to look back and enjoy the perfection of winter gold.

“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.” – Rimbaud

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