Yesterday, while working at the kitchen sink, I looked out the window and saw a beautiful image:
some moss on the side of the cedar garage
with a cedar tree nearby
light was shining there
with the shapes of the tree branches
amidst the green
Ellen Grace Olinger
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 
One of your best, at least to my taste. I can see it, and almost smell it. A lovely, lovely poem.
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Aren’t you lucky to have a window above your sink? Lovely Ellen. Margie
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It sounds lovely, and fragrant. 🙂
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Isn’t it lovely when that happens; going about your daily life, look up and discover wonder.
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Only you, Ellen, could paint a garage in with perfect words and fragrances.
Well done!
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Thank you all for your kind comments! Ellen
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