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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Light, returning
The aria of light returning
Is beautiful music indeed.
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
~John Greenleaf Whittier
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Frosted delight
Come and let’s take a walk through my enchanted world.
In the early morning, the freezing temperatures
Create art out of silver beeches
And the hoar-frosted trees frame
The pyramid of the swings at the end of our street.
Once out on the lake, I walk past
An enchanted red boat house
Hiding among frosted branches.
Zooming out with my lens, I see the boat house
Belongs to this summer cottage
Patiently waiting for warmer days.
As for me, I’m enjoying the last cold days
Of magical hoar frost and ice.
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Under home skies
I might not live anywhere special —
My little house is in a row
Behind the houses you see on the left.
But we do have a great location
Right by the lake.
And when the sun shines through
Magical frosted trees,
The skies — and all underneath them — suddenly seem so very lovely.
I’m so used to living here
That it was only when I walked out onto the iced over lake
And looked back
That I realized how very lucky I really am.
Like most things in life, a new perspective
Can promote appreciation and joy.
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Chandeliers in the sky
Endless blue skies,
Beautiful snow,
A sunbathing dog —
And crystal chandeliers
Glittering in the sun.
My paradise!
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The lost art of tree hugging
We tend to take them for granted – the trees —
Even when their bare bones
Create art on a sun-drenched wall in winter;
Or when the mistletoe
Hangs like disco balls from their weathered branches.
Some say ‘tree hugger’ as if it were a bad thing.
But I agree with my son,
More of us ought to take the time to thank the trees
For their beauty.
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Who says what?