Parasol skies
Late summer — and dawn is finally making an appearance again at a reasonable time.
Some mornings, sunrise unfurls like a parasol
Made of blue silk;
Sometimes the dawn
Is an orange burst;
But my favourite kind of sunrise
Is one of peace and reflection,
A canvas ready for colour
And the signature of three small birds in flight.
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May postcard
May is the time of birdsong and golden light.
A visitor dropped by – flew straight into the kitchen
And demanded coffee with a merry song.
As the sun sets later and later,
Its golden light paints everything
With honeyed tones
And is the perfect background
For a friend’s dog shaking herself dry
After an evening dip.
As for Oscar — he loves contemplating
A May sunset …
But no prizes for guessing
What he did next.
Yes – he went for a swim. After all, who could resist?
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Lavender skies
There is nothing as magnificent
As those big lavender and gold skies —
And the total joy
Of two dogs running through the purple:
Living as if someone left the gate open.
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Feathered hope
An early golden sunset;
Birds flying off into the horizon; echoes of their flight left on the water.
For some reason, this simple scene
Filled me with hope for the future
And peace in the present.
‘Hope is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul.’– Emily Dickinson
Golden thread
If I had needle and golden thread
I’d weave you a glorious tapestry
Of clouds
And colour at dawn.
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Serenade
What better way to serenade
The late September sky of
Purple and gold
Than with a jump
Of joy —
Followed by a long moment
Enjoying the golden ripples
Of the reflected sun?
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Dawn gold
Something woke me up far too early (before 5 am).
Perhaps it was the golden silence
Calling my name;
Or the beaver in the lake
As he swam through watery clouds.
Perhaps it was the glory
Of a new day whispering:
Do not miss a single golden moment.
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Plane skies
The hush of dawn at the airport.
A wooden floor of shimmering gold.
Dreams can come true too
If you fly off into the sunrise.
(Pictures taken with my mobile phone on the way to Paris.
My daughter directed and took the second photo.)
THANK YOU for all your comments.
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Mist, rising
The pink glow of the early setting winter sun
Enticed us outside to explore
The wonders just beyond the horizon.
It was a miracle of trees that
Seemed to float in the rising mist —
A wonder of purple and gold
Painting the fog with magic.
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Frosted skies
It’s cold and deliciously wintery now.
But a couple of weeks ago,
When it seemed as if winter would never arrive,
The promise of winter hung in
The frosted sky
Painting hopes and lake
With glorious tones of gold.
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Who says what?