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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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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