Dawn gold
Something woke me up far too early (before 5 am).
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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Plane skies
The hush of dawn at the airport.
A wooden floor of shimmering gold.
Dreams can come true too
If you fly off into the sunrise.
(Pictures taken with my mobile phone on the way to Paris.
My daughter directed and took the second photo.)
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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.
It was a miracle of trees that
Seemed to float in the rising mist –
A wonder of purple and gold
Painting the fog with magic.
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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,
The promise of winter hung in
The frosted sky
Painting hopes and lake
With glorious tones of gold.
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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…)
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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.
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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
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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.
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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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