And so my soul
Spills over
Into print again
As the sun spills
Over flowers
And the neighborhood
Sleeps
Endurance is eloquent
And marigolds are
Admirable because
They bloom
So long
Oh, my heart
Is tender
Yet God keeps it
Strong
And so my soul
Spills over
Into print again
Ellen Grace Olinger
Time of Singing,1991
From my post, Old Poem: And So My Soul. I thought it would be helpful to some readers to also offer a large print version.
POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN
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
Post from POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN
mid-November
snowflakes fall
by my study window
above
the old garage
Autumn treetops
after the storm
blue sky and
Spring poems
New haiku today at Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin – reprinted here in large print.
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