growing older
goldenrod and roses
refreshed by rain
Poem from August 10, 2020

growing older
goldenrod and roses
refreshed by rain
Poem from August 10, 2020
tall weathered tree
clouds and blue sky
fill the spaces
where branches
no longer grow
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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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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new garden
in October
Autumn light
late Summer garden
and the lake in sun
blessings of friendship