grey Sunday
with icicles
by my study window
sounds of Lake Michigan
will this winter cause
some frozen silence
along the beach?
years vary and I remember
the first sounds of rain in spring
early in our time here
after a long winter
colors stay through the year
in many ways
paintings from thrift stores
and dishes with bright colors
work well together
though none of them match
Ellen Grace Olinger
fall-winter morning
furnace runs to keep up
with the cold
Ellen Grace Olinger
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strong winter winds
old wood in the house
ceilings, floors, walls
startling me in the early hours
speaking to me this day
resilience
strength
the way
Hope holds
Ellen Grace Olinger
(2012)
we drove North
to see fall colors
along the way
snow fell and
lightly covered
fields of soybeans,
corn, and other crops
and the wind
painted one side
of tall trees
with the snow
today
tree farm
young trees grow
alongside the old
*
sun reaches trees
also old pine wood
in the house
*
This poem is from May 13, 2013:
nothing could be
more beautiful
than the trees
and their new leaves
beginning
except for when
they are in full
summer green
and then turn
their autumn colors
and then are their
wise winter selves
waiting for spring
again
The pear tree is courtesy of Reusable Art.
Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.
how the
trumpet vines
grew on the wall
of my mother’s home
glorious
like her faith
her unconditional love
when God said
“It’s time…”
This poem was published
in Bell’s Letters 135, February 2011.
Ellen Grace Olinger
I rediscover poems in my archives:
reminding me
to love each day
one gold leaf
on the birch tree
a few leaves
drift from the
birch tree
and reach the
last of the lilies
Ellen Grace Olinger
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 