Autumn is a time of exuberant energy –
It’s quite zensational, in fact.
The golden coins of leaves
Hang like happy suns in the trees;
The light in the woods
Everywhere you go,
You can see flying leaves
(Those black dots aren’t dirt, they are leaves!)
And beautiful views.
And the best thing about autumn
Is that you’re never too old
To frolic in the leaves.
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The sun breaks through
The early morning fog
With a glorious
Golden hallelujah of light.
(Note to self: Let nothing dim the light that shines within.)
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It’s a new day, a new season.
The rising sun reminds me of the beauty in the world.
Satin reflections on the lake
Bring a sense of calm;
And my jetty always has the most
(This is Ruby: Oscar’s great-granddaughter, who is now our dog.)
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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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The kids and I spent a wonderful, long day in London recently –
And they had to pull me away as the sun was setting over the Thames.
The lamps were lit up by the golden glow of the sun
And the man seemed blissfully unaware of the seagulls flying up behind him …
Even the double-decker buses looked romantic
As the molten carpet of light flowed over the water.
However, I’m not really a big city kind of person
And am always grateful to be back by ‘my’ lake –
To enjoy its golden beauty.
The sunken boat in this photo reminds me of Rumi:
“Where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure.”
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My ‘baby sis’ and I ended up on Brighton Pier one evening
While I was in England.
After a wonderful time with the kids at the amusement park,
We caught a spectacular sunset over the old West Pier.
As we headed back to the car with the lights twinkling,
My daughter burst out, “I wish we could make photos with our eyes.”
Her Aunty Kata (my sister) had a brilliant reply:
“We can. They are called memories.”
(I’m away at a summer cottage here in Sweden until the weekend, so may not be able to visit you. But I do APPRECIATE all your comments!)
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Of a summer sunset;
Long rays of sunlight
Lay flat on the sky
While clouds dance on golden lake –
And, finally, liquid honey
Transforms a humble thistle
Into a magnificent creature of light.
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Indulge me a little
As I talk about love and dogs.
(This is an old photo – but one of my favourites.)
Oscar, our dog, came to us
When he was four and a half.
He has taught us so much
About love and companionship.
(My son took this picture of Oscar, 11.5, and me.)
Ruby, 5, is our foster dog and has been with us since December.
She was mated and grew larger and larger.
Towards the end of her pregnancy, she didn’t go far
But loved the coolness of the late evening light.
We thought she might have three or four pups inside her (like the first litter of pups she had last year),
But she surprised us all by giving birth to eight healthy puppies.
This is a photo the breeder sent me on the same day as the birth.
I’d say love conquers all, wouldn’t you?
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I don’t seem to be able to get enough
Of our late evening honey glow!
It pours like warm syrup
Over water and jetty.
It bathes Oscar
As he enjoys the view;
And dances on golden feet
Over the lovely clover.
(I lay down in a patch of nettles to take this photo!)
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When golden insects
Dance in the air,
And the setting sun
And a bucket on the jetty
Into objects of beauty,
Then the best thing to do
Is lean back
And try to catch the magic
With your wand (or fishing rod).
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