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
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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