A hot sunset
Sizzles over the lake.
A mother duck and her babies swim by.
Peace descends on the water
In the form of strawberry crush.
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It was one of those glorious mornings
Where a blue dawn lay waiting behind the mist;
Ducks floating on a lake of velvet
Lifted the spirits;
And the whole world breathed
In and out –
Speaking of blue serenity.
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My daughter and I were enjoying a beautiful sunset together a few days ago —
And she was practising using my ‘big’ camera
When we suddenly saw a floating line of geese.
They seemed to be chasing an airplane.
The geese flew away over the trees
And the plane flew right on up to infinity.
Photos by my talented daughter; editing by me = Teamwork!
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Late summer — and dawn is finally making an appearance again at a reasonable time.
Some mornings, sunrise unfurls like a parasol
Made of blue silk;
Sometimes the dawn
Is an orange burst;
But my favourite kind of sunrise
Is one of peace and reflection,
A canvas ready for colour
And the signature of three small birds in flight.
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July was a time of long, long summer nights,
And strawberry swirls in the sky.
Pink gave way to
Ruby red —
As the sun sank into the lake
With a sizzling hot splash.
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The mist hung thick over the trees —
A perfect day for a walk!
The woods were full of mischievous sprites.
A pylon loomed suddenly out of the mist
Like an iron giant.
Walking up the hill to The Fort,
We spent a moment by a trench dug in 1914
Wishing for peace in the world.
Finally, our destination appeared out of the fog –
Looking like a beached submarine —
An old bunker from the First World War that was never used.
It was built almost a hundred years ago by Swedes
Waiting for an enemy that never came.
How like us humans to focus on building walls
When so often the enemy is within.
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The sun rises early in the summer…
But it’s the loveliest time of the day
With just the peace of still waters,
A bird skimming over the sea
And the sun calling out our name.
(Pictures taken at the little cottage by the sea on my mobile phone.)
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Choose a golden ray —
Melt into the air
And float away
Like a balloon riding on a sunbeam.
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(It’s just the anklebiters, the dog and myself on a private island for a few days, so I may be a bit late in visiting you all.)
Sometimes the silence and the grey
Descend so softly
That you can almost hear the peace of the cloudy reflections.
Later on, the moody skies
And the old jetty seems to stretch out
Towards the swans
Dancing on the edge of infinity.
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After many days of mild grey weather,
The early morning light
Carried whispers on the breeze
Of a frosty world of silver.
(See how the iced reeds match the bark of the silver birches?)
In the silence of that iced-over dawn
Peace floated down
As light and beautiful as a feather.
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