Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”
Many years ago, I woke up to an amazing sight:
Fields and fields
Of foamy clouds in the sky!
I had to stop and talk to those clouds
For a very long time.
(All photos from my archive of 2010.)
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Last week saw freezing cold mornings followed by sunny afternoons.
The constant freezing and thawing
Created the most delightful pearl necklace made out of ice.
(I was amazed how a single strand could hold such a heavy load.)
Frost hung like jewels on the delicate strands of cobwebs —
Reminding us that the seemingly fragile
Can also show strength and endurance.
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Back in October,
The sky turned lilac
And the water filled
With slender ribbons and hearts made of clouds.
And underneath all that splendour,
The ducks swam on purple velvet.
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A couple of weeks ago, we had a lovely snowfall
And I got to enjoy berries wearing a Santa hat.
The dried seed pods
Glowed like lace in the sunlight
And delicate diamonds
Glittered on slender stems.
Even the snowballs on the frozen lake
Looked like pearls.
But my favourite sight – as always –
Are snowflakes of joy.
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It’s been gloomy and grey here
And I’m sad to see winter trying to say farewell.
But sometimes, all you have to do
Is look up (and hope you have your camera with you)
And appreciate the rays of light where you find them.
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It’s been a fairly mild winter again.
But back in December, we enjoyed a week or so of wonderland!
I found some lamps ready to light the way
And a little brown cabin
Enjoying the view of the frozen lake.
This magnificent tree
Looked lovely in its winter dress of hoar frost —
As did Ruby!
But my favourite sight has to be
This hidden red cottage
Nestled in a bed of frosted branches.
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When the broken yolk of the sun
Splashed over the ice,
I knew a wonderful sky was coming.
(I snapped Ruby with my mobile phone.)
I rushed home to get my ‘big’ camera
And was just in time
To see the sky
Romancing the snow.
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The blushing apricot tones
Of dawn light up the sky,
And bring a sparkle
To the trees wearing
Their winter dress of hoar frost.
Then the dawn mellows
Into a melody of lilac and pink
Over the old church across the frozen lake.
Who says cold isn’t beautiful?
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It was a lovely day for a walk:
The rising sun cast a pink glow on the thousand-year-old rune stone.
Ruby enjoyed the wooden throne
Carved out of an old tree trunk.
Winter made berries luscious
With a sugar-coating of ice,
And turned a tarpaulin
Into a work of art.
Someone with a sense of humour
Wrote ‘sign’ on a snow-covered sign!
It was a lovely day for a walk —
And I think Ruby enjoyed it too.
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If you could see cold —
Then it might be painted with frost and lilac
And the first blush of a late winter dawn.
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