Candy floss Light
The powerful display by masters
by setting sun over snow and dark wood,
In shadows, on light drenched ground
How can one wish for more;
In silent awe I sit with a friend
we whisper quietly our awe,
To talk loud seems a sacrilege,
in this Temple not built by man.
For a while the snow had taken
hues of bright white with diamonds aglow.
With light blue shades
and deeper blues, like a fathomless lake,
shadows the mighty forest threw;
As sun sets further, colours of candy floss,
soft pink coloured the snow,
Lit it as from within, such eerie light,
against black-green forest behind;
The sun sank into the sea,
Light still glowed
As now the full moon lit the scene,
even she was pink.
@ miriam ivarson
And one photo just to make you smile and wish you a Happy Weekend.
Photos by miriam ivarson
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wonderful poem and photos sweetie but I do hope you get some Spring soon.
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Thank you Jim and would you believe, the rain came for two days then hot sun and nature started bursting with life. Well, leaves so far.😊 . It will come to Minnesota too, have no fear.
There is beauty in all…especially when the sun highlights.
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daffodils with a snowy background reminds us Spring is coming, but the snow is beautiful just the same!
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Thank you Christy. Yes, I couldn’t resist sending the photo of bulbs I had planted and left in the shed. Took them in and they burst out. A reminder as you say of things soon to be here.
miriam
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Looks very much like our spring, Miriam.
Beautiful poem as always. 🙂
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Thank you Jennifer for your kind words.
I guess that if we live North we get distinct seasons. I quite like that. 😊🦋
miriam
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Just lovely!
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Thank you Lesley.
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I like the title…it conjures images…nostalgia bursts forth like those buds waiting for spring! Mother Nature charms in all her moods and inspires such gems! Lovely thoughts Miriam…good idea to whisper when the scenario is so serene! 🙂
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Thank you Balroop, I am glad you felt the title. It came to me like that and I thought…hmm.. this sounds a bit like a fairground. Yes, I don’t think we ever tire of watching nature in all its faces.
To whisper at this time when light is there and yet not there, a quiet darkness tiptoeing in.
My mother used to call it ” the quiet darkness ” ( tystmörkret ) and we used to sit around talking quietly.
miriam
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Beautiful, Miriam. I found a space besides you and your friend and shared your awe “in this Temple not built by man.”
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Thank you Rosaliene and there was plenty of space for you. Always space for a friend. And your words added to the magic. The quote you picked was important to me. 😊 .
miriam
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I love winter blues, grays, and blacks, how the snow reflects the sky. My favorite is the moon shadows at night. Beautiful poem, Miriam.
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Thank you Diana and I am glad you liked the poem. Oh yes, the light from the moon, so mysterious and different. Beautiful.
Together these sources provide such magnificent shows.
miriam
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Beautiful, Miriam… Sharing and wishing your a Happy Weekend too! ❤
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Thank you Bette for your kind words. 🦋💕
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I´m just looking at a similar bunch of lovely daffodils, Miriam! A marvelous poem! ❤
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Thank you so much Sarah. I am so glad you liked the poem.
Daffodils spread sunshine in so many countries. 😊💕
miriam
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Beautiful description of precious moments…and the final photo says so much about this spring :))
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Janice, thank you for your lovely comment. Precious moments just are and sometimes we get time to catch them on paper or in paint.
I know what you mean about the flowers talking about spring. Would you believe, the land is totally snow free now….and green! With carpets of fallen leaves on. 😊 . Keep fit training.
Miriam
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Beautiful, Miriam. Thank you.
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Thank you Cynthia for your kind words.
Miriam
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Beautiful poem, Miriam, and I also love the title. Your photos are gorgeous, as well. We had a little bit of spring, but now gray skies again and maybe more rain. 🙂
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Thank you for your wonderful answer, I am so glad it pleased you. As camera I only had the iPad at hand so I was lucky.
Would you believe , this morning the same views are totally green in all hues and bushes full of buds. Birds are singing, feeding and just teaching me the joys of being alive.
miriam
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You have such a wonderful way with imagery in your poetry, Miriam. And the pictures are great accompaniments to the poem. I long to see the daffodils outside (Winter go away 😀 )
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Julie, thank you so much for your beautiful comment. Imagery come effortlessly if we just look. Not glance but in stillness look. Then again, you know as you are well experienced.
Would you know, winter went away! Just like that. Two days and nights of rain, then sun. Under the white blanket was green grass. Amazing and explosive arrival of spring. 🌼🌷
miriam
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Miriam, you paint a wonderful and vivid image of the magic candy floss snow – the play of light is full of mystery and awe-inspiring! Indeed how could one not sit and just soak up this gift of nature, ‘in this Temple not built by man’. Thank you for sharing this quiet moment with us ..l feel a hushed sense of peace settling on me. The pictures are stunning … not easy I imagine.
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Thank you Annika for your beautiful response. I am so proud to hear you talk as if you were there. This place is magic to me and visitors feel the hush too.
I have actually written a poem about it called ” My Temple”.
It makes me happy that peace settled on you, let it stay please.
Now, shall I admit that I took the pictures with my iPad 🙂 as it was the only way to get them on this post. 🤗🦋
miriam
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Amazing poem, Miriam. I love the imagery. Beautiful pictures too.
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Thank you so much Robbie for you uplifting comment. I am so glad the pictures gave a feeling of the moment. Just now the same view outside shimmers in many greens and the birds are loving all treasures they find on the ground.
Miriam
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I love the way snow and light play with and upon one another, and you have captured this with words of equal beauty. Thank you Miriam.
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Thank you Nigel for your lovely comment. It is always a wonder how light creates so much beauty but without – in this case the snow – it wouldn’t have a canvas. It occurs to me that it is the same with love.
Nigel, it is lovely to see you back, can’t wait for your next post.
Miriam…….packed and ready to fly back to England
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Beautiful poem – I love how the light can make everything glow and change and sparkle. Thank you for the flower smile – happy spring! 🙂
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Thank you so much Sheila, that you felt the light and its gentle power is wonderful to me.
I now have smiling flowers outside. Spring has arrived. 😊
miriam
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You’ve painted such a beautiful peaceful image with your words Miriam. Wishing you springtime and sunshine happiness xo 🌸
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Thank you so much Miriam, it was just breathtaking.
Now spring has arrived with new delights on show every morning.
miriam
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Such scenes I only have to imagine. The white ground with snow, how serene and pristine it looks.
Your words decorate the pictures.
💞🎶🌷
Shiva
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Thank you Shiva for you kind appreciation. I am also so glad to show you snow in this pristine state. It is far to go for you. 😊 . I will have to send more pictures…..
This is the retreat I got in Sweden just because it spoke to me. It is so utterly peaceful. Be it winter or summer, spring or autumn it does the same to me.
Just slows life down to a tempo which gives the subconscious space.
😉🎼🦋
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To describe the pale pink of snow as candy floss – lovely image. Some parts of winter are indeed delicate and we must whisper. And those little daffodils waiting at the window – reminds me of being a kid, looking at the new snow, waiting to go out and play.
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Thank you Sharon, your comment honour my attempt to convey the magic.
Have you noticed how quiet everything gets when the snow has blanketed the ground and the trees. Not even a whisper from grasses or leaves.
Serenity it is.
So we whispered too.🤗
miriam
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Absolutely breathtaking.
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Thank you so much. 😊 .
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