Wisconsin seasons

Over twenty years, I’ve been watching the seasons here.  I never tire of the same views or of writing the same poems.  Only hope to capture a little more, a little better.

sunrise
frost on the lawn

leaves
of the wild rose
turn gold

one gold leaf clings to the screen memories

beauty of trees shaped by winds

Ellen Grace Olinger
November 2013
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small road

small road . . .  an old tree in a well-worn field

country roads
a few corn plants
in fields of soybeans

always
see them arrive
within a day or two
but not leave
robins

Ellen Grace Olinger
October 2013
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three poems

amidst the moss
shapes of cedar branches
on the garage

sunrise
a sky Georgia O’Keeffe
would paint

buying my clothes
at the thrift store
wondering
about those who
gave them away

Ellen Grace Olinger
April 2013
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morning light

morning light
forms part of a cross
on the wood wall
my faith completes
the picture

Ellen Grace Olinger
February 2013
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Three Poems

always
see them arrive
within a day or two
but not leave
robins

gold leaves dance
in sun and wind
psalms of praise

(from my archives)

frost soon –
cutting flowers
generously

The TOP The Tournament of Poetry
1995

Ellen Grace Olinger