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:

night sky
seeing stars
through leaves

raindrop balances
on a branch
almost Autumn


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
M oment
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.”



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