new library books
and wandering home
on all the roads
fields, spring air, sky
first red-winged blackbird
March 2012
they begin
to turn yellow
in this day’s sun
and will bloom soon
daffodils from the store
March 2015
near the garage
on a cold March day
bird songs
March 2019
March days
time to observe
and watch for
all the beginnings
of Spring
March 2021
seasons repeat
we tell the stories
we are given
by Ellen Grace Olinger
August 17, 2014
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
Mayfly, 58, Winter 2015
Brooks Books Haiku
tinywords
4 September 2015
Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog
Daily Haiku: April 2, 2016
The Signature Haiku Anthology, Including Senryu and Tanka.
Edited by Robert Epstein. Middle Island Press, 2020.
light through clouds
and blue sky
Sunday morning
June 2022
Sunday morning
some books and journals
are new again
August 2021
Sunday afternoon
I know the time
by the light
“Sunday afternoon” was published by tinywords Issue 21.1, 18 June 2021;
and was the Daily Haiku: Sept. 16, 2021 at Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog.
February morning
poetry and music
small study sun
today
Where is the best place to watch the sunset near you?
Yesterday, I listened to music and watched the day end from my study window. Usually, I write about the morning light. I thought about the evergreens and their presence through the days and seasons.
Two haiku from my archives:
treetops
in golden light
sunset
wind uplifting
the branches of trees
sunrise
Post reprinted from December 17, 2021.
What would you title the chapters of your autobiography?
My work is here, with blogs. I do not have the goal of a memoir, but the large print chapbook that Karl and I created from posts at Quiet Christmas Poetry in 2014 continues to reach readers.
The Quiet Christmas Poetry site is a free version of our book. We donated copies to libraries and other places. Karl’s winter Lake Michigan photo is the Cover Art.
Describe your perfect birthday cake.
Bloganuary Prompt for January 28, 2023
This prompt brings back memories of working in a bakery when I was in high school. Sometimes the manager shared a beautiful cake with all of us. My father shopped at the store too. He bought rolls, and my mother baked cookies and cakes.
I am seeing some winter poems. Yesterday, snow at rest on branches, and a few are broken. Old trees and strong winds. Robins will return.
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 