When I woke up this morning, it was very misty
With the sun struggling through foggy veils.
That reminded me of all the moments of joy
When we lived down by the lake
And I could step outside in my dressing gown
To enjoy the sky kissing the water.
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It’s been very mild (too mild!)
With misted silver views
And pastel pink skies.
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A misty dawn
In lilac and blue;
A swan floating
Serenely through the mist;
As dawn ends, the fog disperses
In clouds made of pink tutus.
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A chilly morning dawned
Bringing out the colours of the leaves
And the swans.
They appeared out of the mist
Like feathered ships.
The sun bursting through the trees
Placed stripes of light on the swan’s neck.
Closer and closer the swan sailed
Beautiful in the lilac dawn.
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Isn’t it amazing how quickly Nature can change?
One minute trailing soft ribbons of pink
And the next surprising the eye
With blueberry swirls and orange pop.
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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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