Ghost trees
Going down to the lake,
The trees rise up like ghosts.
It’s the hoar frost
That turns them into white beauties.
The little sauna house on the lake
Is snuggled in veils of white.
Ruby finds a boat
And balances on top (she’ll do anything for a treat)!
On the way home,
Ruby and Simmie provide pops of colour
Against the green and white trees.
When winter comes in all its beauty – you have to embrace it!
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Cloudscapes
Sometimes the rising sun (arriving later and later every day)
Sets the trees aflame;
As for the clouds,
They give double joy:
Once in the sky and once in water reflected.
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Frosted trees
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.
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Snowy serenity
I love the way snow
Softens the contours of nature:
Making cottages
Into works of art
And turning leaves
Into elegant pictures.
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The abstract of snow
Snow is so beautiful —
It really brings out the colour of patient dogs.
It falls in swirls
Of fairy lights,
Turning the woods
Into a mysterious place.
Suddenly, tall, snow-topped trees
Make us realize how small we are in the universe,
And humble wood
Is turned into abstract art.
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Summer reflections
Standing on the edge of the lake,
The water as calm as a mirror,
I spot swans
On the other side
And a bridge floating
Among luscious green reflections.
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Enjoying my greens
Early summer is
A symphony of green and wildlife:
The green is
Sometimes luminous and startling,
Sometimes like dewy
Emerald fireworks,
And sometimes abstract paintings
In the rain.
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Branching out
Blue skies after days of no sun
And the sight of an 850-year-old tree
Tickling the sky brings joy.
I love the way the branches of winter-bare trees
Seem frozen in the middle of a dance.
Nature uses trees and brilliant blue
To create art.
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The language of trees
Trees are like Nature’s poems
To the sky:
They take on the tint
Of a lilac dawn;
Even in the middle of winter
They surprise with sudden green
In the snow.
And deep in the woods,
I was lucky enough
To breathe in the beauty
Of abstract tree trunks
Looking like a beautiful picture.
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Towards that golden horizon
As autumn drew to a close,
Leaves fell and a heron flew across the sky.
Ducks skimmed the water
Looking like scattering leaves
Before flying away
To a golden horizon.
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