On a carpet of burnished gold
Swims a swan
In the dancing light
Of a shimmering sunset.
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Nestled in the lilac velvet of a sunrise
Is a gift to be enjoyed greedily
As the rising sun
Casts its glorious rays
Lighting up leaves like torches
And the moon – sinking rapidly —
Throws back the sunbeams
On the silken waters.
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An early sunrise —
Blushing with fog;
The blank canvas of dawn
A perfect backdrop for a lone duck.
Remind us that we are all just
Eternal travellers in time.
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Leaves quietly cover a forest path.
Oscar leads the way…
Around the bend, we come across the perfection
Of clouds, warm stone church and the flaming torches
Of the trees.
The churchyard is ablaze with colour;
Leaves crunch underfoot.
The warm red of the priest’s shed
Matches the leaves.
Time to head home
Under the canopy of a dramatic sky.
Oscar is more than happy with his walk —
For this is the radiant joy that is autumn.
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The longest day (and shortest night)
Threw the sun against
The golden bowl of the sky
And wrapped up the lake
In ribbons of cloud.
Gone half past ten at night
And still light.
An infinity of reflected beauty.
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There is nothing more delicious
Than the candy stripes
Of a late summer sunset
That softens from pink
Into orange ribbons,
And finally melts
Into reflected peace.
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An April sunset
Of soft ribbons in the sky
That blush as they kiss
The still surface of the water.
A lone tree and I
Enjoy the sight of a double bridge
Of crimson beauty.
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When the morning light hits the trees
In just the right way;
When the blue bowl of the sky
Hangs like a silken canopy over the frozen lake;
And when the sun sets
In soft pastel purples…
Then … yes then!
Winter is a glorious place to be.
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People want to know if I’m tired of winter and longing for the spring.
The answer is no.
Late winter is a fabulous time of dazzling sun;
Of lacy art made out of ice and rainbows:
Of exhilarating days of trees made out of curtains of lace.
It’s still minus 14C when we wake up
Making it pleasant to walk on the iced over lake
To enjoy the sight of sunken boats and endless blue skies.
The secret to happiness is not to long for something you don’t have
But to enjoy fully what you do have.
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