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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Autumn has been and gone over here —
But I’m reliving some of the leafy beauty still.
One morning, I passed the local kindergarden
And noticed the maple leaves glowing
In the pink sunrise. They were stunning.
Hiking out into the countryside
A lovely pastoral scene unfolded,
Making me feel as if I were living
Inside a Japanese silk painting.
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A couple of weeks ago,
Simson and I sneaked out of the house very early
To enjoy the soft, pink dawn.
We saw a line of ducks
Flung against the purple canopy of the sky.
They flew past like scattered leaves,
While we remained – marvelling at the way dawn unfurls.
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