Simple work in the kitchen. Grateful for good food and warm water to wash the dishes. I take my time and look at the yard. How the forsythia by the garage grew this year, and is tall, wide, and also reaches to the earth.
Poems from the archives:
forsythia leaves
covered with snow
in late Autumn
years of seasons
live in my heart
November 2014
all the more yellow
because of grey skies
daffodils
forsythia
dandelions
May 2011
warm soup
with fresh vegetables
Autumn colors
I added orange and red peppers, an onion, mushrooms, and lots of kale to a can of chicken soup with pasta. This brings back good memories of when I shopped and cooked for my mother. I knew what she would enjoy, even if she said she was not hungry.
A squirrel is busy harvesting pine cones from the tall Norway Spruce tree again this year. Karl heard the cones fall this morning on the wood deck and against the house.
work in the kitchen
red tulip and new ferns
by the cedar fence
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
I take a break
from the news
and all the stories
that matter so much
and am blessed
by the sight
of tomatoes
in an old bowl
kitchen counter sun
morning work
in the kitchen
porch lights shine
on cotoneasters
covered with snow
Ellen Grace Olinger
morning work
at the kitchen sink
holiday decoration
from a grocery store
with a red bow
in new sun
on the cedar tree
The “cooking icon” is courtesy of wpclipart.
Ellen Grace Olinger
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 