This winter saw some golden mornings —
With treetops tinged by hoar frost and the first rays of the sun,
So that the very trees looked
As if they were floating in mist and diamonds.
For more great dawns, please go to: Skywatch.
Spring in Sweden is often a time
Of surprise snow, minus temperatures and hard frosts.
It might not be the kind of spring we want —
But it is beautiful anyway.
For more surprises, please visit: Our World.
I’m feeling a bit exhausted and overwhelmed (apart from worrying about my daughter during the terror attack, I also got a phone call that Sir Pe had broken his leg in a parachuting accident this weekend) —
So, I’m taking the week to relax and renew,
And to follow the words of Longfellow:
Do not delay,
Do not delay: the golden moments fly!
I will not be visiting blogs this week – but I thank you in advance for your comments.
It was a blustery, spring evening —
But the light was delicious.
Ruby jumped up on her favourite high rock
As the honey’d rays of the sun glowed.
She was happy to look over her kingdom
Bathed in golden light.
(Simmie was busy running around in circles of joy.)
For more sweet skies, please visit: Skywatch.
Spring on ice is a lovely performance
With frozen splashes of purple,
Iced over buds of yellow
And the green candles of evergreens
Decorated with nature’s lights of ice.
(As you can see, we’ve have had some cold weather this week.)
For more n-ice posts, please visit: Our World.
Here in Sweden, we have a fifth season that I like to call Springter.
It’s that mixture of spring and winter —
With spring promising warmth one day,
Only to go back two steps to winter;
Then forward a step to spring.
You could say it’s spring and winter
Performing a salsa!
For more hopeful posts, please visit: Our World.
The spring equinox is when day and night are equally long:
A perfect balance that was reflected in the azure blue
Of open water and the white cold of the ice still left on the lake.
Even the clouds seemed to find harmony
In their own reflections.
As for that bluer than a jay’s wing sky —
All I could do was to stand and gaze in wonder.
For more blue-tiful posts, please visit: Skywatch.
As winter is disappearing,
I want to savour the most beautiful parts:
The delicacy of silvered trees,
Covered in hoar frost and
Slung against the canvas of a blue, blue sky;
And little, red cottages
Snug in snowy pillows.
For more beauty, please visit: Our World.
Winter doesn’t always dazzle;
Sometimes it is simply enough
To offer ribbons of light and soft colour.
For more beauty, please visit: Skywatch.
Sometimes, on a rare day of winter perfection,
Ice crystals coat the world —
Turning reeds and wire fences
Into small works of abstract art.
In fact, you can hardly tell the difference
Between nature’s beauty
And the artifice of a wire fence.
Both glitter with possibility.
For more tiny beauties, please visit: Our World.