There is a narrow, hidden path that comes out
Next to a gorgeous lakeside house.
As you emerge from the path,
You might find yourself bathed in honeyed light on a clear winter’s day.
The light pours golden and warm
Over the hibernating bees — reminding us that
There are sweet things just around the corner.
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Wonderful things happen when the sun
Breaks through in a ball of golden glow.
The sunshine hitting cold ground
Creates an angel of light
As fog rises to meet the dawn.
Cobwebs strung across the fields
Are delicate, golden threads
And feathery fluff from wild flowers
Rests among friends in a field
Of golden bokeh.
(By the way, it started to snow here on November 1st!)
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The summer solstice is
A time of beauty.
The longest day slowly
Comes to an end
With a molten bowl
Of golden light.
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A few weeks ago, I was out on a long walk.
It was eerily misty in the woods.
Suddenly, the sun broke through
Transforming everything into
Golden strips of light —
As if greeting the early morning
With a hallelujah.
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Sometimes it’s worth setting the alarm for 4.30 in the morning
In order to capture the magical, golden sunburst
Of sunrise over the Manhattan skyline.
(Photos taken in Hoboken Park, New Jersey, last week.
This week, it’s back to snow in Sweden.)
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The early winter light
Is all about long, warm shadows;
It’s about painting frozen trees
With golden lace
And transforming the sky
Into a wonder of pink and gold.
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The tradition of Lucia is my favourite time of year:
When the darkness is lit up with candles and song.
The light comes in many forms —
Whether it is the hope
For better times to come
Or as a metaphor for love and compassion:
Those two metaphorical candles that drive out the darkness.
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The evening sun
Shone like honey in the cherry blossom tree,
Creating dancing light
Behind paper-thin pink petals.
Buds burst open
To drink in that spring treacle
On the edge of light.
Even this shot where I didn’t focus properly
Has a lovely abstract quality about it:
The essence of spring light.
(Photos straight out of the camera.)
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