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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Whether in the early morning,
With fog and stripes of light;
Or dressed in purple gauze
At first light;
And even winging away at sunset
On the tips of feathers —
September’s swan song is beautiful.
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Winter doesn’t always dazzle;
Sometimes it is simply enough
To offer ribbons of light and soft colour.
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One morning in late November,
Just as the ice was forming on the lake,
The houses on the far shore were lit up like a necklace of lights.
One in particular was ablaze —
What a glorious view it must be from those windows!
The sun rose slowly
Turning the world into a tapestry of lilacs and pinks,
Stitched together with clouds.
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This is a snowy post —
(Sorry about the pun),
Where splashes of red and white
Look like Santa’s hat;
And snug houses
Are framed by snowy branches.
And, if you’re lucky,
You might find the heart of winter.
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When the sun rises
And autumn leaves catch fire,
You can see copper flames
Reflected in the lake,
And lemon lanterns
Lighting the way to winter.
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Sizzling orange, a glowing setting sun —
That’s when the sky romances the earth
With its beauty.
(Picture taken in Ericeira, Portugal.)
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The jetty in my old neighbourhood
Is still as delightfully wonky as ever.
And the world looks deliciously
Enchanting with the rising sun.
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I think there is much to be said
For flowers (and people) that have blossomed out, lived life
And then begin to wilt gracefully.
There is elegance in silken petals
(And lined faces).
Drooping flowers — and ageing people for that matter —
Have their own beauty and wisdom.
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Sometimes it’s worth setting the alarm for 4.30 in the morning
In order to capture the magical, golden sunburst
Of sunrise over the Manhattan skyline.
(Photos taken in Hoboken Park, New Jersey, last week.
This week, it’s back to snow in Sweden.)
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