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.
For more happy sunbursts, please visit: Skywatch.
Inside iron, you can find velvet;
Inside the hard, a soft centre –
And in the petal, there resides
The strength to hold up the sky.
For more stories, please visit: Skywatch.
It’s gone ten o’clock at night
And a strange creature with camera
Goes outside looking for the light.
She finds it
In the heart of a flower,
In the magic
Of sunbathing leaves,
In a rainbow
Floating in the clouds
And in the beauty
Of her daughter’s face.
For more light, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
The aria of light returning
Is beautiful music indeed.
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
~John Greenleaf Whittier
For more music, please visit: Skywatch.
All bundled up for a wintry walk.
The sighing of the setting sun
Paints the trees with gold.
A lone skater – on thin ice – whizzes by,
His singing skates echoed
By the honking farewells of the last swans of winter.
For more golden thoughts, please visit: Skywatch.
Swirls of strawberry and lilac
Swept across the December sky at sunset;
And then transformed
Into a sizzling, red tornado:
A sky canvas brimming with possibility.
For more fiery skies, please visit: Skywatch.
In nature, light is the colour
And when the sun bursts through winter gloom
It makes everything glow –
Even the humble frosted bud
And the honeyed tree,
Shining like a star.
For more glowing stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
Last Friday, December 13th, was a special day – the festival of Lucia.
Every year around Sweden, churches are full of music and light.
It’s a very special feeling when the lights are turned off
And the Lucia procession enters the church.
The children sing their heavenly songs,
Faces lit by candlelight only –
Spots of dancing hope in the mid-winter darkness.
As they leave the church, the sun has managed to rise
Casting its golden glow on people and building alike.
It’s a wonderful and metaphorical festival
Reminding us that no matter how vast the darkness,
We must shine our own light.
For more festive stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
I love the light at this time of year.
It turns the ordinary into wonder –
Take the stem of a flower, for example.
Early morning flowers
Are turned into works of art
And dewy petals
For more exquisite shots, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
Also linking up to the lovely I heart macro.
I love the way you can hold
The summer light in your hands
And pour it over
Wild fields of clover.
The light gives a perfect auburn background
For a lone flower in the sunset.
It caresses a tree trunk
With liquid honey
That spreads out to catch
The glow of a single shining strand
This is peace. This is love. This is Nature.
For more de-light-full posts, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
It was one of those perfect spring evenings
When the sun made stars out of water
And Oscar made abstract art
Out of water pearls.
On the way home, I turned around
To see my daughter caught in the fairy glitter
And become one with nature.
The setting sun
Threw its golden drops
On grass and woodland flowers
As if to say: Stop. Look. Listen.
For more fairy glitter, please visit: Our World.
That golden evening light
Painted a lovely picture of tower and sky
And lampposts that seemed to throw back
Golden orbs into infinity.
For more golden light, please visit: Skywatch.
When the morning light hits the trees
In just the right way;
When the blue bowl of the sky
Hangs like a silken canopy over the frozen lake;
And when the sun sets
In soft pastel purples…
Then … yes then!
Winter is a glorious place to be.
For more amazing skies, please visit: Skywatch.
I might not live anywhere special –
My little house is in a row
Behind the houses you see on the left.
But we do have a great location
Right by the lake.
And when the sun shines through
Magical frosted trees,
The skies — and all underneath them — suddenly seem so very lovely.
I’m so used to living here
That it was only when I walked out onto the iced over lake
And looked back
That I realized how very lucky I really am.
Like most things in life, a new perspective
Can promote appreciation and joy.
For other perspectives, please visit: Skywatch.
Nature is a cathedral
And when the sun shines through the iced trees
They are frosted stained glass windows.
The grandeur of these spires
Never fails to amaze
And the dancing light of winter
Waltzes its way into the soul.
For more uplifting posts, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
A rare and magnificent gift from winter:
A cathedral of light.
For more lovely presents, please visit: Skywatch.
Want to get to know me a little better? Then visit Amazing Australian Adventures, who interviewed me recently. (Remember to check out her lovely photos too if you have time!)
The skies over the past few weeks have been grey –
So I’ve been chasing down the light.
I found it framed in golden fog
Hanging over the lake;
It danced over the football field
On fairy rainbow feet.
And, there – at last -
Like a cold winter flower
It blossomed in rays of light.
For more de-light-full posts, please visit: Skywatch.
December 13 is a special day (Lucia):
It’s when the Swedes celebrate light over darkness
With the eating of Lucia buns
And special candlelit ceremonies with beautiful singing.
Even the skies spread a gorgeous light
To let us know that the sun will return
And to remind us of love and compassion
In the midwinter darkness.
For more light skies, please visit: Skywatch.
There is a special clarity in the light of early autumn.
It bathes roses in magical golden tones
And turns lavender into glorious purple works of art.
If you get up early enough, you can drink
The dew from shy violets
And enjoy the droplets on early morning roses.
My son loves the vibrancy of autumn leaves
And brings home some leafy sunshine every day after school
To put into a vase of water,
Crying every time the leaves curl up and die.
No better way to learn about the brevity and beauty of life, I suppose.
For more colour, please visit: Our World.
I love the magical light of early autumn.
It’s honeyed and wispy;
And golden and sparkling.
And sometimes it twinkles like glitter
Before exploding into thick treacle.
For more light, please visit: Our World.
There is something magical
About entering the huge circular greenhouse
Where water lilies rise gracefully out of the shadowed water.
Strange plants grow around the walls
Sighing like discarded scarves.
If you’re lucky, you will see
The world’s largest water lily, Victoria Amazonica, in flower.
They only bloom twice – the first night, they are white,
The second night pink.
And there – can you see it? -
Is the perfect blue water lily
That inspired the imagination of Monet.
For more inspiration, please visit: Our World.
It’s Midsummer — or the summer solstice –
When we celebrate the longest day and shortest night.
The sun still shines strongly at 10.30 at night,
Painting the sky with wisps of light
And sending coloured clouds of happiness and peace our way.
For more summer (or winter) skies, please visit: Skywatch.
When the light is right
And lies in golden ribbons on the water,
The ordinary (even if just the legs of a duck)
For more magic, please visit: Camera Critters.