Pour me a pink martini
Out of the sky;
Let my eyes get drunk
On the beauty –
Or serve up the moon
On ice instead.
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As I write this, the ground is bare; the sky grey.
So, I’m looking back to January for some colour in the snow…
I found everything from rainbow skies
To hidden rubies;
Lemon-coloured houses for birds
And turquoise chairs
Patiently waiting for warmer days.
And look – I even found
A heart in the rough!
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My favourite sky is the intense blue of winter
Crisscrossed with ice contrails.
(This photo was taken last winter.)
This year winter has been too mild (in comparison)
And so we’ve had to enjoy the misty blues of winter fog
Shrouding a Viking church.
Whichever way you look at it, it’s all good.
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Winter’s mystical skies
Are a balm for the soul.
Later on, the sun makes the
Winter boughs glow –
And then softly, the misty scarf
Settles once more over the lake –
Inviting us to rest and gaze a while.
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Find a big sky and a frozen lake,
Get a couple of chairs, some friends
And a view –
Then sit back and enjoy the romance,
The company and the pink-tinged sunset.
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Winter has been so brief this year…
Just like life, the ice crystals
Created art for only a short while.
Metal poles on the jetty
Became abstract things of beauty.
Ice turned trees
Into silver tapestries.
And at the foot of the ladder on the jetty –
A heart of ice
Warmed the day.
For more n-ice stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
There is nothing as magnificent
As those big lavender and gold skies –
And the total joy
Of two dogs running through the purple:
Living as if someone left the gate open.
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It was the magical ending to a day on the frozen lake:
Pearls of gold
And the deep silence that only snow can bring.
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At last – winter has made its grand entrance with several days of blizzards,
Leaving the crooked jetty an abstract canvas.
The ladder at the end of the jetty
Now has two handles of ice,
Each handle transformed
Into a tiny landscape of ice crystals.
The supporting pole
Is encased in an icy boot.
And who make those dog prints out there on the lake?
These two friends, of course!
(I call this shot Love in a Cold Climate.)
For more symphonies, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
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.
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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.
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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.
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New Year’s Eve: so mild that it was warm enough for swimming
In the pink sunset.
Reminding me that it’s always good to jump into the waters of wonder.
Because once you’ve experienced new things, your mind can never go back to its old dimensions.
Only then can you really appreciate the true beauty
Of the setting sun.
For more wonders, please visit: Skywatch.
My friend Eileen has a new meme called Saturday Critters - so go visit!
Sometimes winter wants to rest
– Not in a burst of colours –
But in silken tones of pearl.
There is a subdued beauty
In the grey –
And, just as in life, the grey
Contains a promise of light and colour.
“It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.” — Bulwer-Lytton
For more tones, please visit: Skywatch.
Turns to a delightful pink;
Branches showing the way
To an upside-down
Pink abstract dawn.
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The last day of November was gloriously cold:
A frosted universe presented itself –
Frosty flowers that looked like stars floating in the cosmos;
Small ice crystals in the shape of
Trees on the postbox lock;
A storm passed through
And left frozen waves in its wake;
A bird hiding out in the icy reeds
Sang a morning song;
And yes, even a rubbish bin
Transformed into something greater than itself
In the frosted sun.
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The bare bones of winter
Bow (or should that be bough?) down
When dawn comes dancing in.
Wishing you all a tree-mendous weekend!
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The mist hung thick over the trees –
A perfect day for a walk!
The woods were full of mischievous sprites.
A pylon loomed suddenly out of the mist
Like an iron giant.
Walking up the hill to The Fort,
We spent a moment by a trench dug in 1914
Wishing for peace in the world.
Finally, our destination appeared out of the fog -
Looking like a beached submarine –
An old bunker from the First World War that was never used.
It was built almost a hundred years ago by Swedes
Waiting for an enemy that never came.
How like us humans to focus on building walls
When so often the enemy is within.
For more mist-ical stories, please visit: Our World.
Please indulge me as I carry on with Oscar’s birthday tribute:
He turned 11 at the weekend, which is a good age for a dog his size.
Whatever he does, he does wholeheartedly –
Seizing the moment
And filling it with joy.
A lesson we could all learn from.
For more wet dogs and other tails, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
To celebrate Oscar’s 11th birthday,
I’m showing some classic summer sunsets over our lake
Decorated, of course, with an extra big helping
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If I had needle and golden thread
I’d weave you a glorious tapestry
And colour at dawn.
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November is here with its greyer weather,
So indulge me as I soak up the last vivid colours of autumn –
Doubly delicious when reflected.
I store up these views in my mind
And bring them out when winter seems a bit bleak.
Even as the leaves fade and fall
They still manage to create autumn bliss.
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Sometimes an ordinary evening
Can be transformed by rays
Breaking through the clouds
And a magical light
Spreading across the horizon.
I guess the same thing could be said for life.
(I’m away in England again for a wedding, so won’t be able to visit you. But thank you for visiting me!)
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The nights are drawing in,
So Oscar and I made some time to enjoy
The calm of a beautiful evening,
Making sure we studied the clouds
From several different angles and jetties.
A bird flew by,
The clouds kissed the water,
Serenity and silence settled in for the night.
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