Back in February, we took a trip to visit a new friend
Living on the shore of a large inland lake.
Some boats were marooned in the harbour
And people strolled out onto the frozen lake
To enjoy the view.
I felt all buoyed up
By the dazzling snow and sunlight.
Just as we were leaving,
The sun made a glorious spectacle of itself
Casting a golden glow over this winter’s tale.
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Back in October,
The sky turned lilac
And the water filled
With slender ribbons and hearts made of clouds.
And underneath all that splendour,
The ducks swam on purple velvet.
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Take a sky in Venice:
Flambé the clouds
And enjoy the strawberry glaze
Of a beautiful sunset.
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Late September sunsets
Are when cloud rainbows reflect in water
And autumn dances in
Wearing lilac veils.
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Sweet memories of
The dogs days of summer:
Enjoying sultry evenings
Of purple magnificence
With my best furry friend.
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Late summer is a time for the blues —
Time for the happy blues;
Time to gaze in wonder
At the ripples
And enjoy a golden sunset
(And a dog).
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July was a time of long, long summer nights,
And strawberry swirls in the sky.
Pink gave way to
Ruby red —
As the sun sank into the lake
With a sizzling hot splash.
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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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My ‘baby sis’ and I ended up on Brighton Pier one evening
While I was in England.
After a wonderful time with the kids at the amusement park,
We caught a spectacular sunset over the old West Pier.
As we headed back to the car with the lights twinkling,
My daughter burst out, “I wish we could make photos with our eyes.”
Her Aunty Kata (my sister) had a brilliant reply:
“We can. They are called memories.”
(I’m away at a summer cottage here in Sweden until the weekend, so may not be able to visit you. But I do APPRECIATE all your comments!)
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