Mid-July and the sun was setting somewhere around 10.30 pm:
Perfect for a late-night picnic on the pier.
As with all our picnics where Oscar is involved,
We end up pretty wet — whether we’ve been swimming or not!
Life is pretty good though:
Jump, enjoy life, repeat.
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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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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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It’s been hard taking photos as the sun sets around 11 pm
And rises again at about 2.30 in the morning – and even then it’s never really dark.
Sometimes, however, you get lucky –
A cold front comes in, the fleece goes on –
And you go out to enjoy the beauty
Of a summer storm.
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On the horizon,
All we can do is stand
Humbled and awed
Before the power of nature.
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On a carpet of burnished gold
Swims a swan
In the dancing light
Of a shimmering sunset.
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Every year, a replica of a Viking boat
Suddenly appears on our lake.
It looked very pretty
As it rested in the sunlight.
A man and his son make the boats by hand
And sail them too – even as far away as to Finland and Russia (from Sweden).
I love the weathered look of the wood
And those cool dragon-shaped oarlocks.
The heavy wooden oars and the mast
Are stored in the boat for safekeeping.
And – yes! – that’s Oscar checking the boat out.
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Starts with a glow
While ribbons of cloud
And sink into
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Last weekend, a fierce bolt of lightning
And a thunder clap announced the arrival of rain.
The lone jetty stretched out
Towards the infinity of purple rain,
And we enjoyed the sight of wild clouds
Rolling in over the lake before running home
Wet and exhilarated.
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Spring rejoices in the crocus –
Covering her with ice on those cold April mornings.
Spring comes dressed
As a single purple flower;
In a happy group
Or in a trio
Of petals and shadow and beauty.
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A while back – before the ice melted on the lake –
Stormy pink clouds attracted my attention.
Among the reflected clouds,
I saw a feathered group of swans,
Enjoying the dawn.
They remained there for a long time,
As if frozen to the ice.
Later on, they were gone
And only their memory — along with the clouds –
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It’s just another post…
(Excuse the pun!)
And a wild purple sunset
Enjoyed by a lone duck
In a storm.
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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.
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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.)
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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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