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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It’s always fun finding
The quirky side to a new place.
Ericeira, a small coastal village in Portugal,
Blue me away with its lovely azure glass tiles
And hand-y door knobs.
Aren’t they just blue-tiful?
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It was one of those glorious mornings
Where a blue dawn lay waiting behind the mist;
Ducks floating on a lake of velvet
Lifted the spirits;
And the whole world breathed
In and out –
Speaking of blue serenity.
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A misty dawn
In lilac and blue;
A swan floating
Serenely through the mist;
As dawn ends, the fog disperses
In clouds made of pink tutus.
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I love the rolling hills
Of the Sussex countryside,
With its endless blue
And fields of gold
Rising to meet the welcoming sky.
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We celebrated the spring equinox
With snow and blue skies.
Sparkled from daring buds —
The fuzzy catkins
Looked lovely in their cold diamond earrings,
And the hazel flowers
Glittered in the sunlight.
Even though it was still winter on a spring day —
Those sparkly skies were beautiful and uplifting.
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Thank you for your best wishes about my dad’s health. Recovery will be slow, but at least it’s going in the right direction.
It was mild when I was in England, so now I present:
Blue sky with a side order of…
Palm tree (outside my parents’ house);
Love birds on antennas
And street lamp with reflection.
Let’s spare a kind word and smile — or extend an invitation — to those feeling alone or depressed during this holiday season.
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There’s nothing more delicious
Than the blue hour of morning,
When clouds freckle the lake,
Boats float on blue silk,
And leaf-studded frost
Decorates the jetty.
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The lone umbrella
Speaks of a jetty well used;
Of summer picnics and laughter.
But now, in this glorious moment
Of mist and clouds
And pink abstract —
It speaks of the peace of an early dawn.
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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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