Day begins and now the light is bright where I often write. I hear Lake Michigan, no other sounds at the moment.
in some ways
the view does not change
evergreens
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Kitchen Window: Large Print
I remember when the daylilies and hosta bloomed. Not so long ago.
How the yard can be full of perennial colors at their times in the seasons.
Then something small adds so much at another time.
November grey
red holiday bow
on the wreath
Ellen Grace Olinger
Kitchen Window
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mid-November: Large Print Haiku
mid-November
snowflakes fall
by my study window
November Acrostic: Large Print
N ovember
O pens to blue skies
V ery cold weather soon to
E ndure, yet many
M oments of
B eauty to
E xperience
R enewal each day
NOVEMBER
November
November
books new and old
to read by the window
Butterfly Drawing
warm soup
warm soup
with fresh vegetables
Autumn colors
Large Print Poems 