Old Wood In The House

strong winter winds
old wood in the house
ceilings, floors, walls
startling me in the early hours
speaking to me this day


the way
Hope holds


This poem is from January 30, 2012.

Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin


I thought I’d begin a new series here of posts that are influenced by my study of haiku.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Daily Prompt: Recreate

Oostburg, Wisconsin – Ellen Grace Olinger

Recreate – Reading and rereading help me recreate and renew.  Rest is essential.  Sometimes I revise poems, and sometimes I leave them as I first wrote them.  Blogs can result in a lot of practice and our archives grow.  Then we have a lot of work to review, and decide if we want to reprint in some way.

These days I am not writing many new poems.  I found a journal at a thrift store and am recording some images.  And I am reading poetry and prose by a wide variety of authors.  I know there will be new poems.

There are many ways to create.  I think of the years I helped with my mother’s care, the garden, encouraging a friend, photography, so many ways.

And I am grateful.

Kohler-Andrae State Park, Sheboygan County – Ellen Grace Olinger