Wonderful things happen when the sun
Breaks through in a ball of golden glow.
The sunshine hitting cold ground
Creates an angel of light
As fog rises to meet the dawn.
Cobwebs strung across the fields
Are delicate, golden threads
And feathery fluff from wild flowers
Rests among friends in a field
Of golden bokeh.
(By the way, it started to snow here on November 1st!)
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It’s not often you get to enjoy
The Manhattan skyline with ducks (and a big cruise ship).
If you get up before the crack of dawn,
And drive to the New Jersey shoreline
(These shots are taken from Hoboken),
You may be lucky enough
To enjoy the gold of the rising sun
As ducks wheels in the sky
Over wooden pilings
Before honking farewell
As they fly away.
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Sometimes, the miracle of a cold winter sky
Isn’t the return of the sun itself —
But the way it shines
On frosted branches
To transform the world
Into millions of glittering rainbow suns.
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At the moment, it’s grey and not particularly pretty out.
I do like grey skies, however,
Especially when they are laden with snow!
There is something magical about not seeing the sky
And being able to enjoy the dancing snowflakes (and a puppy) instead.
Of course, it’s even better if the sun breaks through the clouds
Just before disappearing behind the hill.
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Summer sun –
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The great big
Hallelujah of the sun
Bursting out into song
Over rooftops and trees
Gives me energy.
Even the melody of the setting sun
In the city a couple of weeks ago
Sang a beautiful tune.
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A magical May sunset
Embracing water and duck
And the golden bowl of the sun
Is caught in a fiery net of trees.
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The skies over the past few weeks have been grey —
So I’ve been chasing down the light.
I found it framed in golden fog
Hanging over the lake;
It danced over the football field
On fairy rainbow feet.
And, there – at last –
Like a cold winter flower
It blossomed in rays of light.
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As the sun sets in a blaze of glory,
There is no better place to watch the play
Of cloud and light
Than on a bench in the setting sun.
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When the sun shines
And twinkles like the star it is…
That can only mean one thing:
The ice has melted
And the lake is now a golden bowl of water.
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