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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A couple of weeks ago, we woke up to a world transformed.
Trees and boats floated out of the freezing fog
Like soft ghosts;
The path along the lake looked as if it was
Covered in cotton wool.
As I walked my daughter to the train station in the early morning,
Our spirits lifted in this new world of fog and cold.
On the way home, a golden splash of colour
Transported me into the world of Monet.
Genius is the ability to renew one’s emotions in daily experience. – Paul Cezanne
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We’ve had some deliciously foggy October mornings
That part to reveal unexpected pleasures.
The geese honk their farewells loudly
As they sail above me in the mist.
My spirits rise up
And I let my worries float away on the winged sky.
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There’s nothing sweeter
Than creeping outside in the chill of a misty sunrise
To discover toffee reflections,
And the deliciousness of caramel clouds;
To stand there in awe and wonder
Feeling so thankful
For the sweet sweet morning.
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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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A couple of weeks ago, we woke up
To the eerie sight of a world wrapped in
A cocoon of spider webs.
The sparkling grass
Rocked a small web hammock to sleep.
A luminous spider
Hung suspended on a necklace of pearls.
And I saw the universe
Beautifully reflected in a row
Of crystal dew drops.
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With no warning, the temperatures fell
And the fog with it.
Wonderful golden fog,
Each particle of the air alive
And singing with colour and life.
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At dawn, the old stone church across the lake bathes in golden light –
Amazing to think that 800 years ago, someone looked at a pile of rocks
And saw how they could be transformed into something so much greater than the sum of their parts.
And as the sun sets,
Don’t ask what the meaning of the birdsong or the setting sun is,
Just enjoy the beauty and let them be.
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Dawn is the blush
Of the sky kissing
(Sometimes it’s worth waking up at 6 am on a Saturday morning and creeping out in your nightie to take pictures!)
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.” — Steve Jobs
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Imagine, if you will, the stillness of
The very early morning – the world
Wrapped tightly in sleep and fog.
Suddenly, the mist is pierced
By magical fingers of light.
An illumination of world and soul -
Where the light does not reveal anything,
But is itself the revelation.
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Rich autumn colours with pools of gold;
The mist wrapped tenderly around the trees like a warm scarf
While they admire their perfect reflections;
The pastel clouds rising up to greet the blue hour of a new day.
Have you ever seen a more delicious sunrise?
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Sunday morning. A wet mist hangs like damp washing over the countryside. It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s unpleasant. And no – the photos aren’t out of focus. The weather is.
As that old cliché goes: it’s good weather for ducks. Their orange feet are the only flashes of colour to cheer up the day.
What a shame that you aren’t here to share it!
Anyway, if you want to escape our candy floss mist, then head on over to the third riveting edition of Strange Shores: a blog carnival written by ex-pats. It’ll leave you shaken, and quite possible, stirred.