Golden nights
The long light evenings in Scandinavia
Are called white nights because it never really gets dark.
But for me, they will always be
Dazzling, honey’d golden nights,
Where the setting sun
Matches the red fur of my dogs.
For more dazzling stories, please go to: Skywatch.
A surprise visitor
This weekend, I went down to the lake
To enjoy yet another golden sunset with the dogs.
This time – we were joined by a surprise visitor: a beaver.
The beavers have been very active further around the lake,
But now they have felled trees near the beach too.
Which might explain why the beaver was so eager to visit.
The beaver swam up towards Ruby – before realizing she was a dog….
With a huge splash of its tail, it disappeared under the water.
Simmie decided he had to guard Ruby – and the floating pontoon!
The sun was still blazing in the sky at about 9.30 pm
As we watched the beaver swim away in a lake of molten gold.
For more surprises, please visit: Our World.
And Skywatch!
New kid on the block
The setting sun threw out a white arc
Of cloud as we walked down to the lake
To welcome the new jetty.
It is a good place to sit
And watch the coloured ribbons in the sky.
For more sunsets, please visit: Skywatch.
Tangerine dream
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.
For more peachy moments, please visit: Skywatch.
Colour me violet
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.
For more hue-tiful posts, please visit: Skywatch.
Dog with a view
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.
For more great views, please go to: Skywatch.
Floating trees
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.
For more great dawns, please go to: Skywatch.
Golden moments
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.
For more golden moments, please visit: Our World and Skywatch.
The blue beyond
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.
For more blue-tiful posts, please visit: Skywatch.
Into the beyond
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.)
For more grey beauty, please visit: Skywatch.
Who says what?