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
1,000 Posts Review

summer haiku

warm August night
light fading —
already?

Time Of Singing (1996)

Time Of Singing was one of the first print journals to review and accept my haiku. This journal was founded by Dr. Benjamin P. Browne in 1958. Charles A. Waugaman was the editor from 1964-65, and from 1980-98. Then Lora Homan Zill became editor. TOS has a long history, and the new Winter 2018/19 issue is from Volume 45 (Number 3).

We live in Wisconsin, near Lake Michigan. Our winters are long and our summers are short. The autumns and springs are also beautiful. Each month has its own character. I remember the moment of this poem. The light is beautiful all year – the yard, the way it falls in a room, and inspires poems and prose.

Ellen Grace Olinger
August 2013 and February 2019
1,000 Posts Review

Discover Challenge: Mixing Media

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Shadows of forsythia on the garage wall

I often see photos in the yard, through the seasons, with layers and textures.  My memories over many years add more layers of meaning.

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Wood, plants, wildflower

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Lichen on the birch tree

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Brick path

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Cover Art by Charles A. Waugaman, for a poetry anthology we published with a print journal, Time Of Singing

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Christmas card art by Charles A. Waugaman

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Courtesy of antiqueclipart.com

Mixing Media

For more information about Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in need, please visit the books page at Time Of Singing.  The book, illustrated by Charles A. Waugaman, is non-profit.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Contemplation

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I’m asking GOD for one thing,
only one thing:
To live with him in his house
my whole life long.
I’ll contemplate his beauty;
I’ll study at his feet.

Psalm 27: 4 THE MESSAGE

The Christmas art is by Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010), from a card he created and shared with me. All Rights Reserved.  Charles prayed for my mother and me during the caregiving years.

THF Survey Questions

The Haiku Foundation has a question this week, in a post by Jim Kacian,  about THF Bibliography, which Charles Trumbull began.

I was grateful to see my first chapbook, And So My Soul, in the list; illustrated by Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010).  I published this book in 2001, and it would be 2014 before my second chapbook, Quiet Christmas Poetry.

Lake Michigan
thawing . . .
I pick up a pen again

(from And So My Soul)

Charles A. Waugaman was the editor of Time Of Singing for many years. 

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.

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WITHIN The Circle of Seasons
Poems by Charles A. Waugaman

2003, Elin Grace Publishing
Oostburg, Wisconsin
Collection copyright, Author
All Rights Reserved