“For, lo, the winter is past”

For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing
of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle
is heard in our land

Song of Solomon 2: 11-12 (KJV)

Photo: Ellen Grace Olinger

Seasons

some trials
were given to me young
yet also
this gift of faith

country graves
silk flowers bloom
by the stones

seasons repeat
we tell the stories
we are given

“seasons repeat” was published first in Mayfly, Winter 2015.

Ellen Grace Olinger
February 2015
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Winter Azalea by Charles A. Waugaman

WINTER AZALEA

There is a potted azalea in the living room
That feeds my soul.
All summer it planned for bloom.
Month after month it gave itself to this.
I should like to think
It gave itself to me,
Planned to reward me
For the scorching days of neglect
And the numerous hours it lay
Tipped on its side by the exuberant wind,
And crushed against the flagging of the patio.
But the azalea is not concerned with rewards.
It is content to be.
It is in being that it blesses.
I would like to give myself as completely to being.
I would like to feed souls.

By Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010)

WITHIN The Circle of Seasons
Poems by Charles A. Waugaman
All Rights Reserved.

2003, Elin Grace Publishing
Collection copyright, Author
This book is out of print.

Garden Tea Party by Charles A. Waugaman

Listen to the leaves
of robin song
spill into the rain:

parched dreams expanding
and staining the
long afternoon with

poignant fragrances:
blending past and
hope with vibrant joy.

WITHIN The Circle of Seasons
Poems by Charles A. Waugaman
All Rights Reserved.

2003, Elin Grace Publishing
Collection copyright, Author
This book is out of print.

April 2014
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February poems

February light
on the evergreens
easy to imagine
their new growth
in spring

roots in His Word
I will flower
again and again

Ellen Grace Olinger
February 2014
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Gift Poems

In my previous post, turning the vase, I mentioned that some poems are simply gifts. Perhaps practice helps us to be able to create art from these moments, as we pay attention, work, and rest. Reflect. Revise as needed. Honor the time the work needs.

These are a few more examples, from my blog archives in general.

leaves of bleeding hearts
now gold
so do broken hearts mend
so does grief heal
Autumn grace

Published in Bell’s Letters PoetWestWard Quarterly, and SMILE.

sometimes by sight
in my life of faith
apple trees in bloom

trusting God
a little more
with my questions
fog rests
on Spring fields

Time Of Singing, Spring 2014

Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.

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