Down by the lake,
The sun goes down in a burst of orange.
Simmie gets a burst of energy from the view —
And a swim in the cold water. He’s a happy boy!
Ruby prefers to sit and gaze
At the tangerine dream of another beautiful sunset.
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Sometimes a sunset doesn’t put on
A fiery show as the sun goes down;
All you have to do is take your best girl, some dogs
And wait for the lilac and violet tints to paint the sky.
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Going down to the lake with the dogs
Is my evening pleasure:
Nature provides the best entertainment
As clouds and setting sun
Turn the waters of the lake pink.
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This winter saw some golden mornings —
With treetops tinged by hoar frost and the first rays of the sun,
So that the very trees looked
As if they were floating in mist and diamonds.
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I’m feeling a bit exhausted and overwhelmed (apart from worrying about my daughter during the terror attack, I also got a phone call that Sir Pe had broken his leg in a parachuting accident this weekend) —
So, I’m taking the week to relax and renew,
And to follow the words of Longfellow:
Do not delay,
Do not delay: the golden moments fly!
I will not be visiting blogs this week – but I thank you in advance for your comments.
The spring equinox is when day and night are equally long:
A perfect balance that was reflected in the azure blue
Of open water and the white cold of the ice still left on the lake.
Even the clouds seemed to find harmony
In their own reflections.
As for that bluer than a jay’s wing sky —
All I could do was to stand and gaze in wonder.
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One of my favourite early morning sights
Was the old jetty
Stretching into the beyond.
(I’m away all weekend so won’t be able to visit your blogs.)
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The dawn glowed apricot
And the moon hung gloriously golden in the sky.
Ruby loves jumping up onto rocks —
The higher the better.
Photo taken with my iPhone.
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The sun always speaks to me of hope
And of better days to come.
It reminds me of the last verse of a poem
By Diana Der-Hovanessian.
When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.
Thank you for your sympathy and kind comments!
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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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