Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
I’ve been listening to quiet music and watching birds fly across the sky at sunrise. Not migration, simply flying. Some in a small group, some with another, some alone–but within sight of others.
solitude at sunrise
waiting for the poems
that arrive if I give
them this time
let them be themselves
sometimes alone
with a friend
a group
this balance
we all try for
The images are courtesy of Dover Publications: From Owen Jones’ Chinese Ornament.
So beautiful lines 🙂 thanks for sharing
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Thank you
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Lovely, Ellen Grace.
I hope your summer has gone well so far.
p.s. I am following your blog, but your new posts are not showing up in my Inbox. Is there something else I need to do?
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Dear Cynthia, Thank you. With the new WordPress reader – which is very nice – I changed my settings for how much of a post is shared in emails etc. Today though, I changed my setting back to “Full Text” so the whole post should appear in emails again.
This also gives me a back-up copy in my email files. So many ways to approach blogging – every day is new!
I enjoyed your memoir and we have a lot in common – the ways life can grow, change, new challenges.
Blessings, Ellen
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So nice to receive this note, Ellen. Thank you.
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