Winter Wheat Written by Ellen Grace Olinger Some fields are green. Winter wheat must be growing now. new poems in older age winter wheat Photo of Lake Michigan by Karl. Like this:Like Loading... 10 thoughts on “Winter Wheat” The warmth of this post certainly is like having tea with “old friends” over the kitchen table. cold morning friends gathering where the water boils Hugs and smiles as we draw nearer to the depths of winter. LikeLike sharing a slice of chocolate cake winter begins LikeLike geraniums from the yard reblooming for Christmas in today’s mail cards from old friends LikeLike Dear Carol, Thank you for the wonderful hyacinths for Christmas! They will bloom in my mind all week long! Merry Christmas everyone! LikeLike Dear Carol, Thank you! Lovely poem of seasons and hope, each line beautiful and the poem as a whole. Merry Christmas, Ellen LikeLike And here is another way of combining winter and spring in the same poem… The shortest day – I arrange hyacinth bulbs in a green bowl Carol Purington LikeLike love your blog, little poems etc like this make me thinking, great!! xandi LikeLike Hi xandi, That’s great to hear! Thank you. LikeLike sowing buckwheat the winter green to be plowed under for spring Dear Ellen, You have no idea how many memories your little poem has brought of another time and another place in my life. Many thanks, Merrill LikeLike Dear Merrill, I’m so happy you enjoy this blog. Your poem is beautiful. I love the “winter green” and the second line reminds me of the rows in a field. And winter and spring in the same poem! LikeLike Comments are closed.