cold and so beautiful

Written by Ellen Grace Olinger

Pink horizons in the morning as the sun rises and pink clouds as the sun sets.  Steam rises from Lake Michigan.  What a contrast from the summer, when the fishing boats head east on the water early, and then jet skies and other boats during the day.  So many ages and different family groups are in a small space, and it all works out fine.  It’s also true that sometimes these cold days I remind myself that there are times when I long for this quiet.  Our four seasons here in Wisconsin are distinct, and even each month has its own character.  In Illinois, where we lived, spring ran fast to summer; or maybe I was too busy teaching to notice the small changes.  Here sometimes it doesn’t really warm up until July some years.

Always beauty.  Always gratitude.

sitting in the sunroom
with two blankets
and a cup of coffee
reading and looking . . .
sun on the icebergs

15 thoughts on “cold and so beautiful”

  1. This is one of my favorites of your poems. It’s so evocative, and calls up memories of what we called the sun porch when I was a child. It was an east/south facing narrow room that was made into my playroom. How I loved it in the morning, especially during the winter!

    Yesterday, I was wrapped in a blanket myself, here at the computer. Single pane, slightly leaky windows require some added protection now and then.

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  5. In Colorado, we have sun on ice, too. You make me want to curl up in blankets and sip hot tea, Ellen. For Christmas I received a box of licorice peppermint tea, a delicious way to beat the cold!

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