all the green leaves

all the green leaves
in quiet
Sunday morning
wind and sun . . .

Our summers are short here.  Each month has its own special quality.  For example, this poem is from August 6, 2014.

reminding me
to love each day
one gold leaf
on the birch tree

Ellen Grace Olinger

5 thoughts on “all the green leaves

  1. Your summer sounds so much more pleasant than ours just now. We have green, but we have oppressive heat, too — not much sitting out in the breezes around here. My goal for this day? Learning to love the heat I have to work in!


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