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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This is a snowy post —
(Sorry about the pun),
Where splashes of red and white
Look like Santa’s hat;
And snug houses
Are framed by snowy branches.
And, if you’re lucky,
You might find the heart of winter.
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This is a winter’s tail
Full of snow and sheep.
The dogs and I were out for a long Sunday walk
When we herd a strange sound.
Wool you just look at what we found?
The sheep were framed beautifully
By the snowy pine needles.
I feel a little sheepish for all my baaa-d puns,
So, I’ll just leave you with one last photo
And wish ewe you all a wonderful holiday season!
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13 December is Lucia – one of my favourite times of year.
Lucia is all about children dressed in white and carrying candles
To symbolize hope and light in the darkness.
The dawn that day didn’t disappoint either.
It blazed with light and colour,
So that dogs (and people) seemed small and humble
Under the huge lilac sky;
And paw prints were etched across a purple
Canopy of snow – leading the eye
To that glorious sky of hope.
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What a gift from Mother Nature —
Lots more snow!
Ruby and Simmie look
With their golden fur against the snow.
Ruby looks good
Dressed in snow sparkles too.
On the way home, I found a mirror and took
A (fairly bad) shot of myself with the dogs.
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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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