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

resilience
strength

the way
Hope holds

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This poem is from January 30, 2012.

Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin

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

Ellen Grace Olinger

Daily Prompt: Blossom

each flower
a star for a time
daylilies

where once
I mourned
irises

Blossom

This is a poem from late September 2015:

Their Flowers Past

their flowers past
for a time and
as I return home
from the grocery store
the beauty of the plants
reaches my soul
for I too have kept
faith to flower
as I can

and grateful
to rest again
for a time

Grateful for the seasons,

Ellen Grace Olinger