There’s nothing I enjoy more
Than rush hour on the lake
When water, birds and light
Become beautiful abstract art.
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I do believe
The wings of the swan
Love the light of the setting sun.
“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.” — Mary Oliver
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On Earth Day, nature gave us the gift
Of big rolling skies and dramatic clouds;
Of our local jetty, finally revealed
As the ice melted away
To leave a lake of burnished copper.
The canopy of the sky
Seemed so close and so beautiful
That all we had to do was reach up
And touch it.
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I love it when the snow fairies come to visit:
Turning pine trees into candles;
With garlands of ice –
And giving them hair-dos
Made out of spiky crystals.
The sunlight filters through
Icy fairy art to warm a long-forgotten leaf
And to remind us that we are intertwined –
Together, we can make
The mundane magic.
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About a month ago, the ice was finally thick enough
For the snowplough to come and make an ice skating track around the lake.
This was happy news as I was finally able to walk over the lake
To enjoy the beauty of the setting sun
As it cast its net of light
And turned branches into golden lace.
I met a woman out with her camera too –
And for a few minutes, we shared a bond
As we enjoyed the simple gift of the sinking sun.
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Winter’s freezing dawn
Creates an abstract work of art;
Trees rise ghostly
In deliciously cold lilac dresses;
And the ancient church
Floats in clouds of pink.
Cold and startling and beautiful –
Another gift from nature.
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The first time I saw this white wooden church
I gasped in amazement at its beauty.
It started out as a simple chapel built in the 1700s –
And then in the mid-1800s, it was expanded
And the old clock tower replaced with a new one.
The white wooden planking,
The delicate leaded windows –
Such simple and exquisite beauty
Iced with snow and love.
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Sometimes the silence and the grey
Descend so softly
That you can almost hear the peace of the cloudy reflections.
Later on, the moody skies
And the old jetty seems to stretch out
Towards the swans
Dancing on the edge of infinity.
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It’s been an unusually mild and wet autumn so far…
The soft rain makes art out of a humble fence
And turns a bench into a diamond-studded wonder.
And best of all, it lends beauty
To the graceful head of a flower:
Reminding us that bowed is not defeated
And that the best thing to do when it rains
Is to let it.
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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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The other day, my daughter came home from school without her friend
And so she had time to dawdle on the ten-minute walk from the station.
Time to gasp in amazement at the colours of autumn,
To breathe in the serenity of mist and mellowness
As she walked along the lake.
She burst through the door and said,
“Now I understand why you’re always outside with your camera:
We live in a beautiful painting!”
(All these are early morning shots taken on the same day.)
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You’re never too old
Or too young
To enjoy the rich, vibrant honey
Of a dazzling sunset
With your best buddy –
(Makes it even sweeter if you’re brother and sister).
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July sent me a delicate gauze of web,
With golden sparkles instead of spiders;
A tiny fairy horse
Amid a meadow of flowers;
And the delight of a playful dog
With the summer sun in his coat.
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The rain clouds parted
To reveal a sky turned to copper
And a flaming sheet of water
For the swans to dance on.
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When the light is right
And lies in golden ribbons on the water,
The ordinary (even if just the legs of a duck)
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How wonderful to live up high
In a nest of blossoms
If only we might fall like cherry blossoms in the spring
So pure and radiant. — Anonymous
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When the silence of winter
Gives way to a wall of constant
Singing, trilling, warbling and chirping
By the birds of spring –
That, my friends, is a thing of wonder
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A couple of weeks ago
I went to see the sakura, or Japanese cherry blossoms, in the centre of Stockholm.
Walking under the trees was like entering a fairytale cave –
And you couldn’t help feeling uplifted and joyous.
The cherry blossoms remind us of life itself:
Of its extreme beauty
And vibrant colour –
And they also remind us that life is fleeting.
So we need to bloom as beautifully as we can
While we can.
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Spring is that celebration of
Of new buds daring to bloom.
It’s that warm fizzy feeling that bubbles up
From the inside in an explosion of petal and joy.
Sometimes, its dewiness trembles on a flower
So that it seems to swim in the air like a petalled fish.
And sometimes, those winter remnants remind us that endings
Can be the seeds of new beginnings.
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The tree looks on
As if it knows the truth:
That the best symphony
Is the music of a sunset
And the laughter of a child with her dog.
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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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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:
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
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The sun – just like life -
Burns us not with its heat,
But with its passion,
And its golden glow.
(And yes, it was a very cold sunset!)
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At last – the snow fell as lightly as butterflies
Bringing out the child-like spirits in us all.
It turned the world
Into a snowy poem,
And leaves into fluffy pillows of white.
The magic of the snow is that it
Makes the world a softer place,
A kinder place where dreams can grow.
The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. — Margaret Atwood
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