Early morning —
And mist floats like a golden scarf
Over the lake,
Turning my world
Into a surreal painting made of light and sun.
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My daughter and I were enjoying a beautiful sunset together a few days ago —
And she was practising using my ‘big’ camera
When we suddenly saw a floating line of geese.
They seemed to be chasing an airplane.
The geese flew away over the trees
And the plane flew right on up to infinity.
Photos by my talented daughter; editing by me = Teamwork!
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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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The skies in February
Ranged from peaceful snowy scenes
And my favourite kind of sparkle —
Hoar frost in the early setting sun
To the jackpot of frosted branches
And gently falling snow.
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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 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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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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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
If I had needle and golden thread
I’d weave you a glorious tapestry
And colour at dawn.
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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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