Saturday morning was well below freezing.
Passing by the local church, I saw
A riot of colours on the grass.
Bouquets of flowers for the departed:
From iced-over pastel pink
And bright, frosted
Folds of orange
To the quieter tones
Of white beauty.
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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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Sometimes, the miracle of a cold winter sky
Isn’t the return of the sun itself —
But the way it shines
On frosted branches
To transform the world
Into millions of glittering rainbow suns.
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Somewhere in the woods, next to the lake,
There is a small strip of beach
Called The People’s Park.
There is a dance floor under a round roof
And a dilapidated, little hut.
Still, the location is good:
It’s right next to the water
And has its own jetty
With a charming orange boat
Sprinkled with sugary snow —
Just waiting for the summer.
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The sunrise starts off
In lilac tones,
But soon it turns
Into a blushing dawn
With bursts of orange
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During the Christmas break, we looked after Jessie, one of Ruby’s puppies from 2014.
She and Simmie spent a long time
Chasing each other through frozen, silver grasses.
After a cold and invigorating swim,
The play continued.
(Can you see the water drops flying through the air?)
To an outsider, it might have looked
As if they were fighting —
But really it was more like love and frolicking
Between two really good friends.
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The early winter light
Is all about long, warm shadows;
It’s about painting frozen trees
With golden lace
And transforming the sky
Into a wonder of pink and gold.
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It was a cold Christmas morning
And the reeds caught fire in the rising sun.
As the sky spread its golden glow,
Simmie broke through the ice for a refreshing swim.
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The tradition of Lucia is my favourite time of year:
When the darkness is lit up with candles and song.
The light comes in many forms —
Whether it is the hope
For better times to come
Or as a metaphor for love and compassion:
Those two metaphorical candles that drive out the darkness.
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We celebrated the spring equinox
With snow and blue skies.
Sparkled from daring buds —
The fuzzy catkins
Looked lovely in their cold diamond earrings,
And the hazel flowers
Glittered in the sunlight.
Even though it was still winter on a spring day —
Those sparkly skies were beautiful and uplifting.
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