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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Late August is a beautiful time of year
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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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.)
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.
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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