September
on the horizon
all the goals
I can still
try to reach
Free clip art sample is from Doverpublications.com.
From 700 Traditional Patchwork Designs.
Category: Hope
New Beginnings
warm memories
and new beginnings
a yellow bird
lights on the branches
with a few gold leaves
Poems from FAMILY FARM Haiku for a Place of Moons by Carol Purington – post updated 2/23/2014
Distant thunder
The patter of peas being shelled
into the dishpan
Before rain
the smell of dust
the smell of rain
Heat wave breaks
Snipping yellow roses
in the soft rain
Goldenrod now . . .
and a monarch poised
on bright asters
Cooling into twilight –
cricket after cricket
star after star
From
FAMILY FARM
Haiku for a Place of Moons
by
Carol Purington
Please see Carol’s Guest Post on March 27, 2010 for her biography and more information about Family Farm (Winfred Press, 1999).
Photo by Karl Olinger
Oostburg, Wisconsin
Update, February 23, 2014: Here is the link to Carol’s poetry page at her family website. http://woodslawnfarm.blogspot.com/p/poetry.html.
You’ll find more poems by Carol, and information about all of her good books.
This link goes to the Winfred Press site. http://larrykimmel.tripod.com.
The Fields Of Corn…”I Will Sing Unto The Lord” (Psalm 104)
The corn is tall in the fields.
The rows are beautiful.
The air is gentle.
Yesterday a squirrel
harvested many pine cones.
Sometimes in our creative chapters
we are aware of change. Things go
in different directions, but by God’s grace
work out for the best in time.
I think this is another kind of Found Art.
Always hope.
Love.
New dreams.
I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
Psalm 104: 33 (KJV)
Tree With Hosta – Psalm 1
And he shall be
like a tree
planted by rivers
of water…
From Psalm 1: 3 (KJV)
Photos of hosta
by Karl Olinger
July 2010
MOTHERS’ DAY by Win Couchman
Mothers’ Day
Small,
I knelt
on ungiving
linoleum.
Restless,
peeking,
uneasy.
Around me
larger backsides,
bigger shoes
than mine
loomed below
bent shoulders,
bowed heads.
My mother
and mother’s mother
and assorted saints
of their generations
were kneeling.
Fifty years
and more
have gone.
And I remember:
They prayed.
Reprinted here with Win’s permission. From her book: “Don’t Call Me Spry:” Creative Possibilities for Later Life. Harold Shaw Publishers. 1990.
Photo of Lake Michigan by Karl Olinger.
Mother’s Day in May: A Remembrance with Psalm 131: 1-2 (KJV)
My mom is in Heaven. During the caregiving years, our friendship grew in a new way: my mother in her 80s and me in my 40s. Many have similar stories…
By God’s grace, following her passing in 2004, a new chapter has grown and is growing. It is different and beautiful in its own way.
Mom loved the King James Version of the Bible.
The following seems to fit with this Post.
LORD, my heart is not haughty,
nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
or in things too high for me.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.
Psalm 131: 1-2 (KJV)
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 