Tag: Always Poems

early September

early September
old trees in the sun
and blue sky

hard years show
and then new growth
old trees in the sun

Karl pruned bushes and trees this year. There are also many dead and dying ash trees in our area – so it looks like some trees in the landscape have already lost their leaves. The power companies keep the lines clear. We watch to make sure trees are attended before a storm can cause damage. One year, a tree fell on our garage roof. Good tree services in the area.

Karl is an engineer and has done some good deeds for COVID-19 needs. He helped with the technology for virtual visits at nursing homes.

The branches outside my study window inspire with how an evergreen branch can show a hard season, and then new growth in a new month’s sun. Resilience.

Yesterday, we bought groceries. All of us wearing our face masks and practicing social distance. A peaceful atmosphere, and grateful. We wash our hands as soon as we return home. Then lunch and laundry. Books, music, blogs. Thank you.

review

Yesterday, I began my review of my poetry files, before email. This has been a goal for awhile.

I know there is a lot to learn there: poems sent for review, a few accepted, and most of all, the feedback from writers and editors. This is all a part of so many years and memories. An hour here, an hour there. Not too much at one time.

Most of all, I want to say thank you to editors who took the time to encourage a new poet. I am always beginning anew. Most of all, with my poems, I try to express in simple language the seasons and daily life through the years. Encouragement.

I have lost touch with some print journals and editors. Often, they were from a generation older than me. I will let go, and I will also save a few notes and old poems. Perhaps create a collage. And some new space in my files for life now.

And thank you. I like that the work I want to save is all here, and lots of informal posts too.

revison is a new poem yesterday at Poems From Psalms And Nature.

Reusable Art

Ellen Grace Olinger

there are poems

there are poems
in the clouds and
sunrise

and light seen
on the garage
from the kitchen

and one yellow leaf
on the birch tree

there are always poems

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