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
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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
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to the store
on old beloved roads
light and wind
through fields of corn
birds fly together
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Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.
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Our jewelweed is blooming. This photo is by “Paul Sherman of wpclipart dedicated to the Public Domain.”
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 
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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Yes!😁
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Thank you I love how the light changes and softens at this time of year.
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