Category: COVID-19

Study Poems and Seasons – 3

This post continues from Small Study Poems and Seasons – 1 and Study Poems and Seasons – 2. I looked at my archives so far this year.

grey sky
and evergreens
birch tree branches
snow and icicles
quiet colors

January 8, 2021

small study
sun reaches the painting
adds another layer

The painting is by Wendy Brightbill.

January 9, 2021

how many mornings
have I read and looked
at birch trees in sun
and blue sky?

and yet today
is the most beautiful

Blessed are they that mourn:
for they shall be comforted.

Matthew 5: 4 (KJV)

February 23, 2021

March days
time to observe
and watch for
all the beginnings
of Spring

March 4, 2021

sometimes
the window
frames a picture

and other times
one small branch
is the poem –
ever green and a blue
background

From Art, Poems, Hope
March 20, 2021

reading
in my study this morning
already light

small study
and books to read
days with longer light

April 16, 2021

used books
new for me
light on old
and new leaves
of a house plant

May 6, 2021

I look forward every day to poems, old and new. Today is Sunday, May 16, 2021. Thank you.

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Study Poems and Seasons – 2

This post continues from Small Study Poems and Seasons – 1.

For this post, I reviewed my Archives from September 2020 – December 2020.

window in my study
trees and sky
through the seasons
and years

the view changes
and yet the same
more to learn
and a place to read
and rest

September 30, 2020

sun and wind
some gold leaves stay
on the tree branch

October 31, 2020

all a day can hold
sun and shadows
on the wood window frame
above my desk
in my small study

November 22, 2020

new light
in my study
waterfall

light
from
a small
window
shines
down
on wall art

From November 23, 2020

late December
sky and snow on trees
the same color

branches outside
my window grow
in different ways
people we hear from
once a year

From December 29, 2020

God be merciful unto us, and bless us;
and cause his face to shine upon us; Selah.

That thy way may be known upon earth,
thy saving health among all nations.

Psalm 67: 1 – 2 (KJV)

Thank you

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Small Study Poems and Seasons – 1

My small study on the second floor is my view of the seasons when I read print journals and books. A comfortable chair, a lamp, a desk by the window, a plant, and a bookcase. File cabinets. The back yard is the view – sky, clouds, light, trees, birds. The lamp was a gift from Karl and has a small table and place for books.

This morning, I thought I’d see if over time a collection that pictures the seasons has grown. I post in an everyday way here. For this post, I reviewed my archives from January 2020 – August 2020.

new day
in my older life
sun on evergreens

January 8, 2020

winter storm Sunday
a day to read poems
and enjoy the images,
language, and craft
with my heart

From February 9, 2020

Monday afternoon
in March
sun fills a bookcase
from my father

From March 29, 2020

grey sky
mourning dove
on a birch tree branch

time with the Psalms
a dove on the branch
pictures a poem

April 28, 2020

evergreen branches
with grey clouds
and blue sky
praying the Psalms

From May 11, 2020

trees have grown
and summer is here
the view where I read
is more green than sky

From June 22, 2020

July days go by
this year’s leaves
in sun and wind

July 30, 2020

reading a poem
or two from a new book *
and the sky, wind,
and trees in the yard
almost September

The Generosity: Poems by Luci Shaw (2020, Paraclete Press)

Luci Shaw has published two books with Paraclete Press.

August 29, 2020

Poems in this post are by Ellen Grace Olinger.

Thy statutes have been my songs
in the house of my pilgrimage.

Psalm 119: 54 (KJV)

Thank you

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Memory and Hope

As Karl and I walked yesterday, we remembered neighbors who lived here when we bought our home a long time ago. What an honor to have met them. So often, when I read an obituary, there is a story of service and sacrifice. Their humility and kindness. My father was like that too. Veterans who lived to return home. And others who worked and served here. One of my uncles worked on the railroad. My mother was a teacher.

Everyone is needed and important.

And I remember this old poem.

ancient lilacs
cover the graves
Memorial Day

Published in SMILE (edited/published by Joyce M. Johnson); and Humoresque (for the United Amateur Press Association of America, edited/published by Jean Calkins).

And reprinted here first on May 26, 2010.

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Monday May Walk

I had a note to mail, and Karl walked with me to the mailbox at the end of the road. Then we walked on another road. I am still weaing my winter coat with big pockets. Karl wears a Spring jacket and gloves. We both put an extra face mask in our pockets. We have face masks in the car and I carry two in my purse. Easy to take care. Sunglasses outside always, as directed by my eye doctor. We both are fully vaccinated.

We saw ferns growing through gravel by the side of the road and in gardens, hyacinths, and daffodils. Beautiful forsythia. A few people outside to work or go for a walk too.

Interesting to see seawalls from the perspective of the road, and how the work took place. Everyone together.

Bright Spring day. No hurry for warmer weather. As Karl would say, Lake Michigan creates a “microclimate.” Cool Springs, short Summers, warm Autumns, and long Winters (for blogs and books).

Take good care. Be safe and well. Karl and I often say, we have made it this far with COVID-19, and we are going to continue on a good health path.

The lake levels are still quite high, and there is no beach. Yet the seawalls are beautiful and protect properties. A new time to continue to learn, in many ways. Grateful.

Poems For Bulletin Boards

Through the decades, with volunteer work and other work, and with many good teachers and staff, I taught classes from early childhood to nursing home settings. I think a lot about the challenges for education now.

In April 2013, I began Poems For Bulletin Boards, and am adding new posts. You are welcome to use my poems in your lessons and art projects, with a simple credit for my work. Something I can offer.

I hope someone may think, “I can write too.” Perhaps a young writer, or someone in a nursing home who may be a new poet. All ages.

During my mother’s last illness, I read aloud to her. Authors she remembered, the Psalms, new poetry, and the news were part of our days. I called this time “islands of time.” They grew smaller and shorter, and much more care was needed, yet they last in my memory and were real. Also good to simply rest. Grateful for all who cared for my parents, and my Care Team now.

My mother taught English composition and literature, and my father taught history. I love to learn, and their great gift to me.

Take good care. When life changes in one way, it can grow in other ways. I am grateful to be home.

Poems For Bulletin Boards

Courtesy of Resuable Art