August
old wild roses
bloom again

path to the garage
on the branch bowed down
two new roses

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warm August night
light fading –
already?

Time Of Singing (1996)

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mid-August
blueberries on sale
from Canada now

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late summer garden
and the lake in sun
blessings of friendship

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a small crowd
waits for the doors to open–
the library

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autumn in the air
young people
open doors for me
at the library

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wind sounds
and wildflowers
in Aunt Marie’s pitcher
gifts of late August

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When my spirit
was overwhelmed within me,
then thou knewest my path.

Psalm 142: 3a (KJV)

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Ellen Grace Olinger