Haiku For The Seasons

how small the song
of an unknown bird
quiet memories

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praying the Psalms
old rose bush leans
against evergreens

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lake and sky
the same color
Autumn Equinox

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late November
sun fills a glass
for a time

Time Of Singing, Fall 2013

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staying with the light
I read in different corners
of the house

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how still
the winter landscape
I whisper the Psalms

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sunrise
daffodils bowed by rain
recover

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I wonder
what today’s poem may be
lilacs in the wind

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Ellen Grace Olinger

all the roads

I am grateful for all the roads I know in our area.  There are the roads people use to get to the freeways, and then there are the smaller roads.  I like the slower pace, and that I can take extra time to arrive home from errands, at this time in my life.

Sometimes I like to visit the roads that I reached after returning here from my mother’ s home in the Milwaukee area, years ago.  There was always a sense of being in a familiar place, of course; then as I reached the small country roads further north, I felt my soul-home and place.

These roads are always new, even as their presence in my life is a deep blessing.

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country cemetery
trumpet vines
growing taller
than the gravestones

Ellen Grace Olinger

Time Of Singing
Summer 2012