When the dawn paints the sky
In tones of strawberry and lilac,
There is nothing more relaxing
Than enjoying some quiet time
Down at the beach.
The shower may be cold
But the view is delightful.
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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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The sun has set for the last time –
Leaving behind the beauty of a life well lived,
And a man much loved.
(I’m taking a break from this blog for a couple of weeks due to my father’s passing.
I’ll read your comments, but not reply.)
The Our World meme will be up and running as normal.
Winter has many forms of beauty —
Sometimes it’s clear ice and cloudy skies,
Or a burst of pink dawn;
At other times, it’s golden fog
Or a honey glow over cottage and snow.
All photos taken with my mobile phone, so please excuse the quality.
I’m away for work this week, so may not have time
To get around to your blogs.
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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My daughter and I visited Stockholm during the last weekend
Before school and work started.
The sky was heavy with the promise of more snow.
The pastel buildings looked like cakes
Topped with icing.
(Look at the height of the city’s Christmas tree – 38 metres tall
And decorated with 5,000 lights!)
Fairy tale buildings
Brightened the gloomy sky;
And optimism was not lost
In the knee-deep snow!
(Not sure if that cyclist ever managed to cycle home though!)
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The lull between big snow storms
Is painted in clouds of purple
And blue that roll over the landscape
As the sun slowly rises to say hello.
And, of course, my poser Ruby
Looks good in that early morning light.
(Meanwhile, Simmie just prefers to run around
In circles enjoying the snow! :-))
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Snow is so beautiful —
It really brings out the colour of patient dogs.
It falls in swirls
Of fairy lights,
Turning the woods
Into a mysterious place.
Suddenly, tall, snow-topped trees
Make us realize how small we are in the universe,
And humble wood
Is turned into abstract art.
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One morning in late November,
Just as the ice was forming on the lake,
The houses on the far shore were lit up like a necklace of lights.
One in particular was ablaze —
What a glorious view it must be from those windows!
The sun rose slowly
Turning the world into a tapestry of lilacs and pinks,
Stitched together with clouds.
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