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!)
I’m selling these shots as prints, posters, photos, bags and cushions on my Red Bubble site. * End of shameless self-marketing*
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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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Pour me a pink martini
Out of the sky;
Let my eyes get drunk
On the beauty —
Or serve up the moon
On ice instead.
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It was the magical ending to a day on the frozen lake:
Pearls of gold
And the deep silence that only snow can bring.
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All bundled up for a wintry walk.
The sighing of the setting sun
Paints the trees with gold.
A lone skater – on thin ice – whizzes by,
His singing skates echoed
By the honking farewells of the last swans of winter.
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