One chilly morning, the fog lay like
A silken scarf across the cemetery.
The church rose out of the golden mist
Like a ship riding on misty waves.
A caretaker’s van looked
Picturesque against the burnished sky;
And oh, the trees!
They floated in that sky of molten gold!
I’ll only be posting once this week as it gets crazy busy in the run-up to Christmas.
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A lone tree
Guards the lake —
And its perfect reflection
Of upside down clouds.
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Sun-kissed skies aren’t just about
Warm beaches and a hot blazing sun.
They are also about
The way the November sun paints
The tree tops with gold and pink.
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Our winter snow has washed away in the rain,
So I’m still hanging on to autumn.
(Pictures taken a couple of weeks ago.)
I can’t get enough of the bright reflections,
The emerald of the evergreens
Blending with the fiery colours of the birch trees.
The blueberry forests are green once again,
But I spy a furry friend in her autumn coat.
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The geese call out; they are leaving.
They look like musical notes stretched across the early evening sky.
Turn into a dazzling orange sonata.
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If autumn could be summed up in a picture, it would be this one:
Golden leaves, the sauna house and Ruby posing by the water.
Simmie would rather explore
And swim than pose.
A week later, even more leaves have fallen off the trees,
Like whispers, and I see another portrait of the sauna house
Peeking out from behind the leaves.
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Sometimes the rising sun (arriving later and later every day)
Sets the trees aflame;
As for the clouds,
They give double joy:
Once in the sky and once in water reflected.
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I had a great visit with my mum in England.
The day of my arrival saw the tail end of Hurricane Ophelia,
Which created a lovely background for sheep silhouettes.
The next day was warm and misty.
On our walk, we saw a strange, n-ewe species:
The two-headed sheep!
(Sorry about the baa-d pun.)
Our destination was this old, Saxon church
Dating back to the late 11th century.
My father is buried in this beautiful (and slightly isolated) location.
I’m busy this week with work so will only be posting once.
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It’s early autumn here …
And the fields are full of wildflowers still —
And a dog or two.
(A wolf was spotted here a couple of weeks ago too, but it’s long gone.)
There’s nothing more wonderful
Than running free in autumn colours.
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My daughter turned 16
At the beginning of August
And I organized all kinds of surprises.
We finished the day
With a surprise swim at sunset.
The sky turned from orange to purple:
A perfect ending to a perfect day.
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