Sometimes, early morning
Is a magical place —
Where it feels as if
Dreams can come true
Right there on the edge
Of the first apricot blush of dawn.
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I found a jewel in the early morning mist.
(Ruby takes her role as model very seriously.)
To the right of the jetty,
A pink panorama opened up;
And to the left, an Impressionist painting
Of trees floating in the dawn.
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Somewhere over the rainbow,
September descends softly
With wreaths of mist
And a single leaf
Floats to the ground.
Shocking pink beauties
Bow dewy heads
And flowers offer up
Petalled cups of love.
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My favourite sky is the intense blue of winter
Crisscrossed with ice contrails.
(This photo was taken last winter.)
This year winter has been too mild (in comparison)
And so we’ve had to enjoy the misty blues of winter fog
Shrouding a Viking church.
Whichever way you look at it, it’s all good.
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Winter’s mystical skies
Are a balm for the soul.
Later on, the sun makes the
Winter boughs glow —
And then softly, the misty scarf
Settles once more over the lake —
Inviting us to rest and gaze a while.
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Comes wrapped in misty mornings —
And shades of pink.
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An early sunrise —
Blushing with fog;
The blank canvas of dawn
A perfect backdrop for a lone duck.
Remind us that we are all just
Eternal travellers in time.
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September is a time
Of deliciously foggy mornings
And of sepia dawns
With a splash of colour.
(The photo is straight out of the camera.)
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The pink glow of the early setting winter sun
Enticed us outside to explore
The wonders just beyond the horizon.
It was a miracle of trees that
Seemed to float in the rising mist —
A wonder of purple and gold
Painting the fog with magic.
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A couple of weeks ago, we woke up to a world transformed.
Trees and boats floated out of the freezing fog
Like soft ghosts;
The path along the lake looked as if it was
Covered in cotton wool.
As I walked my daughter to the train station in the early morning,
Our spirits lifted in this new world of fog and cold.
On the way home, a golden splash of colour
Transported me into the world of Monet.
Genius is the ability to renew one’s emotions in daily experience. – Paul Cezanne
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