I love the way snow
Softens the contours of nature:
Into works of art
And turning leaves
Into elegant pictures.
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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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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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Up on the Downs in Sussex, England,
On a magical sunset evening —
Layers of golden hills
Glow like jewels
While horses graze
And rainbows sparkle.
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I found a charming beach hut
Down by the lake.
(A real Viking beach, isn’t it?)
The view across the frozen water
To the other side looks pretty too.
Further along, we turn up towards
The woods – and Simmie finds an old barn.
The warm colour and old timber
Offers a peaceful sight.
Before turning homewards,
I take a moment to enjoy
Simmie’s frozen whiskers.
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It’s been gloomy and grey here
And I’m sad to see winter trying to say farewell.
But sometimes, all you have to do
Is look up (and hope you have your camera with you)
And appreciate the rays of light where you find them.
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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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Sometimes – in that hiatus between real winter and the thaw that teases us with hints of the spring to come…
… the world becomes a haze of grey skies and slushy snow the colour of old leaves.
That is when the spirits soar on the discovery of some much-needed colour.
Sometimes it is hard to see the beauty that is staring you every day in the face.