It was a blustery, spring evening —
But the light was delicious.
Ruby jumped up on her favourite high rock
As the honey’d rays of the sun glowed.
She was happy to look over her kingdom
Bathed in golden light.
(Simmie was busy running around in circles of joy.)
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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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If the sky could be a musical instrument —
It would be a trumpet burst of light.
Wishing you all a wonderful holiday season
Full of light and joy and love.
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(This is a continuation of photos from my last post.)
Oh, the soft golden light of sunset
And a hot haze over the hills of Sussex, England!
And to top it all —
The glowing sun
Turned tails and manes
To molten gold and bronze.
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It was a gorgeous evening
When I went out for a walk with the dogs.
The summer light
Drizzled over grass and dogs alike
Lighting up the fields
With its honeyed glow
So that there was gold
Both in the sky
And in the grass.
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I had time for some lovely walks up on the West Sussex Downs while I was in England.
My first walk was wet and drizzly,
But I loved the way the countryside looked in the mist.
The sheep look a bit ram-bunctious, don’t they?
The next day, the sun broke through
And made the sky and hills sing.
How’s this for a lovely picture of friend-sheep?
This adorable creature stared at me for ages —
I loved the way she was bathed in sun rays.
And wool ewe just look at that sweet face?
I’ll go out on a lamb, and say that you’ve had
Enough of my baaa-d jokes!
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Last week saw us with minus temperatures
And a hard frost on the ground.
It was the kind of morning that is a gift —
With crisp air and a light that made the yellow leaves
Glow like chandeliers.
Simson found new energy
In the cold.
Ruby and I sat on a frosty bench
And listened to the falling leaves —
They sounded like rain.
I do love autumn, don’t you?
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The golden light of October
Is as sweet as honey.
LIfe is hectic around here again
And I’m away with work, so won’t be able to comment on your blogs.
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The beach at Baleal, Portugal, is covered in dunes
That are environmentally protected.
One evening, I went out at sunset
To see the dunes rising against the sky
Like the humps of camels
While the sun burst forth
In wonderful windows of light.
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Spring is all about
The glowing sun of flowers,
Where crocus petals
Drink in the rays
To reveal silhouettes
Of their secrets.
I love the way the petals and shadows
Create mosaics like stained glass windows, don’t you?
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