Thursday, June 14, 2012

Blue Skies


a clear morning sky 
a half moon hangs watchfully 
as the days grow shorter
sharp air bites at rosy cheeks
hats and scarves are donned
cold feet crunch on frosty grass
we are delighting in the sunshine
and white meadows
and feeling well enough
to savour life








Grateful to be feeling well and enjoying the change from grey to blue.
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13 comments:

  1. Glad you are feeling better. Lovely pics, I especially love the frosty ones.

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    1. thanks Meg, hard to catch the frost some times - that brief window between sunlight arriving and the frost melting.

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  2. What is this blue sky and sunshine stuff....i am missing it terribly! Thanks for letting me get some again through your beautiful words and pics!

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    1. hope you get some of the blue stuff over the weekend Jode, there has been some wild weather around the country.

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  3. Oh wow, beautiful words, beautiful images. Amazing first image - I love that perfect blue sky dotted with the half moon! xx

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    1. just love it when the moon shows up when you least expect it, always hanging around. thanks for the kind words Elisa.

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  4. Your pictures remind me how I love the crispy freshness of morning frosts. Enjoy your weekend x

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    1. a good frost makes a cold morning worthwhile, so delightfully pretty.

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  5. I love the frosty shots, they almost make me love the cold!

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  6. Lovely photos of the cold frosty morning. I havent been out of bed early enough yet this year to capture any ice, but it is certainly out there brrr!

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    1. I bet you would get some pretty amazing frosts this time of year, not really so early around 7.30am here.

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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young