Light burst
It’s cold.
The snow hangs heavy on the trees.
But oh, that lovely March light
Bursts into song to let us know
That if we hang on just a little bit longer
Then spring will be here.
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Golden veils
In between the snowfalls,
A hiatus of freezing fog:
Golden veils fall over the landscape —
Bringing peace, silence and beauty.
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Light burst
On the way into the office;
A glorious burst of light illuminates the sky.
(Thank goodness for mobile phone cameras!
And apologies in advance if I don’t get round to visiting you – life is still very hectic.)
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The golden path
The equinox has been and gone,
Which means it’s getting dark so early on in the evenings.
We have to chase the light —
Or perhaps the light is chasing us.
(This is Simmie, who turned four this weekend.)
But when the sun comes out,
The woods are filled with gold.
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Curtains of light
Late August is a beautiful time of year
For light.
Fields of gold glow in the early morning;
Curtains of light float to the ground;
And diamond drops glitter
In the deliciously chilly air.
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Strawberry sizzle
Sometimes, the best part of a sunset
Is when the sun sinks below the horizon.
Then all sorts of magic can happen:
A strawberry sizzle in the sky
Or the rich perfection
Of sky kissing waves at the beach.
(I’m on my last week of holiday and want to spend as much time away from the computer as possible, so may not be around too much.)
Let the joy flood in
Perhaps it’s just an ordinary leaf —
Dried up and ready to be thrown away.
But then again, perhaps not.
It’s a golden feather
And a dazzling heart.
After all, the holes are there to let the joy
And the light flood in.
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And joining up with Skywatch too.
Spring honey
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 hopeful sun
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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Light burst
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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And do visit: Our World!
Who says what?