Showing posts with label gold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gold. Show all posts

Thursday, 24 January 2019

Afternoon

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That long happy drift towards evening.


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Afternoon     -     17 Jan 19

Wind breathes
A welcome to me
As the afternoon light
Fills the trees with gold
We move through the day
Together in harmony




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Afternoon is a beautiful time.

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Sunday, 12 August 2018

Under Autumn Skies

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Observations as the year turns and the days grow shorter.




Under Autumn Skies   -   07 Aug 18

Under autumn skies
I watch the falling leaves
Scrape the blue from the day
Replace it with gold
Streams are filled with sky
As the ground is gilded
With fragile arboreal gifts



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Autumn is multicoloured.

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Friday, 10 June 2016

Sun Flower


Some thoughts on a special natural beauty.





Sun Flower  -  19 May 16

Blossoms wrapped
In a sheet of blue
Washed by a gentle stream
Caressed with silver
Embellished with gold
The flowers of the Sun
Carry the empowerment
Of the Moon





All flowers are Sun Flowers.


Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Gold At Sunset


Somehow more beautiful than the usual "every cloud has a silver lining", I watched the sky at sunset.





Gold At Sunset  -  29 Aug 15

Hint of gold
On the fringes of
Wisps of cloud
Treasures of the day
As the sun sets
Remembered
Through the night
To welcome the new sun





A really Lovely sight.


Thursday, 30 October 2014

Winter Sun ~ Spring Rain


This is the first of a pair of paired season poems.  The way they formed in my mind rather insisted that these two should be written together.





Winter Sun ~ Spring Rain  -  27 Oct 14

Winter sun
Soft spark of warmth
Between the hazy clouds
Melodies of enchantment
Play soft into the evening

Spring rain
Sings a gentle song
Strokes the fresh leaves
To make them shine
Gold of the coming year





I feel that the way these poems are linked gives each of them more power.


Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Threads


This poem grew in the very early hours of this morning, I am not entirely certain what it means but Muse was insistent that it should be posted here - I'm not going to argue...





Threads - 09 Jun 10

You took me
Held me
Tied me with your golden cord

Drifts of opal cloud
Hide you from my eye
And let you play the game

Stroking
Teasing
Binding with a silver web

Plaiting my thoughts
Into the fabric
Images are shown

Strewn across my mind
Landscapes
Drawn with thread

I walk...exploring
Guided by your threads
Take me further

Bound with your thoughts
Seeing sights created by you
For my eyes

Iridescent
Gold --- opal --- silver
Dragonfly wings





I wrote it out, slept on it, now - posted it here and I still do not really understand the meaning...anybody?


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Monday, 3 May 2010

Night Watching


I was heading for bed [at 05:20] when Muse requested that I made some notes for, what would be, this poem. The notes tied together thoughts, feelings and the actual experience of dawn breaking outside my window...





Night Watching - 03 May 10

Watching the day
From both ends
Across the night

Dusty gold painted
Clouds
Escort the Sun
As he slides below
The horizon

Night takes the shadows
Into herself
And wakes the stars
Decorate the sky
With ancient visions
To dance across
My thoughts
In midnight halls

Dawn brings light
Into the sky
Black changes to blue
Salmon brushed across
The early cloud

Now sleep takes me
On a different journey
While daylight
Tries and fails
To keep me awake





Real events, flavoured [just a little] with seasoning from Muse.


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Thursday, 23 July 2009

Colours II


As promised, this is the second poem in the Colours sequence. It completes a cycle in the structure - if two poems can be considered to be a cycle - returning to a point close to where the whole thing started.

You can see that for yourself, so why don't I just let you read it...



Colours II - 21 Oct 00

Gold
In a new dawn
Burning

Sunlight
Warming, coaxing the flowers
Bloom

Thoughts
Of a new day, a new life
Opening


Now, dancing through my mind
And my heart, the wishes
Of a new-born day
Gathering in truth
Alive
And welcoming
The reality


Green
The growing, unfolding life
Blossoming


As gradually the daylight fades
And the sky darkens
Starlight sings to serenade
The passing day
A slow drift into the fading light
Dreaming in the
Afterglow





We never, ever, return to the same place we started - remember that it is an on-going journey.

Enjoy your travels.