As the sun was rising in gorgeous pink tones,
The bare trees of November and the frosted ground
Cast beautiful reflections on the lake.
There is so much beauty
In the minimalism of a buoy stuck in ice
And a float to keep us anchored
In case we fly away on the dreaminess of the
Stunning pink dawn.
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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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The geese flew away
Can you see them in the top left-hand corner?
Like falling leaves
Leaving behind the grey beauty of the jetty.
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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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The sun breaks through
The early morning fog
With a glorious
Golden hallelujah of light.
(Note to self: Let nothing dim the light that shines within.)
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The golden evening light of late summer
Transforms even the humblest of flowers
Into works of art:
From downy pillows of fluff
To small wishes ready for take off.
And if you’re lucky,
You might even see a dandelion rainbow.
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Inside iron, you can find velvet;
Inside the hard, a soft centre —
And in the petal, there resides
The strength to hold up the sky.
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Dazzling golden light
Dances on the lake,
While the swan
Sails majestically on ripples.
As the sun sets and twilight descends,
Lake and swan
Become a beautiful abstract.
(Summer is a gorgeous time in ‘my’ backyard!)
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Spring dances in —
Two steps forward and one step back.
Give way to soft pink light.
Blue skies are serenaded
By blur of wings and trees
Waiting to burst into bud.
And winter leaves behind
A fragile reminder of its return.
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Spring rejoices in the crocus —
Covering her with ice on those cold April mornings.
Spring comes dressed
As a single purple flower;
In a happy group
Or in a trio
Of petals and shadow and beauty.
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