The sun rose almost an hour ago. I looked at the clock – 6: 11. The light through the days and seasons is a beautiful gift to observe and enjoy.
A few short poems from my archives:
on a branch
An acrostic for Autumn:
A dore with no need for a moment to
U nderstand this beauty
T rust and
U nderline with words, painting, photo . . . this
N ow and always
to the store
on old beloved roads
light and wind
through fields of corn
birds fly together
Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.
Our jewelweed is blooming. This photo is by “Paul Sherman of wpclipart dedicated to the Public Domain.”
8 thoughts on “Seasons”
Lovely words, Ellen. I love how the light changes and softens at this time of year.
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This all has such a beautiful feel to it, perfect for the Late August day I am in! Thank you!
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Thank you I love how the light changes and softens at this time of year.
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