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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grey morning raindrops
on the window screen
near lights in the yard
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