hosta and daylilies
goldenrod grows too
I sit in silence
and think about
what needs
to be done now
and what can wait
until Autumn and Winter
Years ago, an older friend said, “You learn to save some things for Winter.”
hosta and daylilies
Tag: Memoirs in Poetry
not always sure and yet I know
not always sure
when one flower
leaves the stage
and another begins
I look up from a page
or from the kitchen window
and purple phlox are gone
daylilies and hosta soon
not always sure
and yet I know
in winter
how gardens
will grow in time
from frozen earth
to snowdrops
lilies and goldenrod
not always sure and yet I know
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin, 2021
old roses
old roses
now in bloom
a few petals fall
from the blue vase
caught by a poem
Published by SMILE, 2011.
I Remember
I remember
when I was young
and first began
to watch plants
and flowers grow
and then placed
one rose from
a garden of our own
in a glass of water
on a table
by a comfortable chair
and sat there
most likely with
books and notebooks
a flower from the yard
Ellen Grace Olinger
Journal Poem – May 20, 2019
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
Images are courtesy of wpclipart.
In Loving Memory
My mother’s passing was in 2004. Life was not always easy for my parents, and yet when I think of them, I think of unconditional love. Poetry is memoir for me. This is a favorite poem. I no longer drive this route, yet memories are as vivid as yesterday. I took the photo this year.
through the Light
of Christmas
I found my way
home
from a hospital
and nursing home
through city and
small town
Main Streets
their streetlamps
with holiday lights
as my mother
was on her way
Home
the time we shared
and still share
Ellen Grace Olinger
Vintage Art and Blog Archives
Reusable Art is another well-organized site, where I enjoy research for images.
A Merry Christmas Sled is by Ellen Clapsaddle.
I am slowly reviewing my 2019 blog archives.
I love the Lord,
because he hath heard my voice
and my supplications.
Psalm 116: 1 (KJV)
The Sheboygan River
Kiwanis Park
Sheboygan, Wisconsin
August 29, 2019
Photos by Karl
GRACE
gifts of small moments
when I read and write
in the middle of all
that happens every day
in our worlds
large and small
I am more than content
with what I have
and have achieved
goals revised
and rewritten for now
When my spirit
was overwhelmed within me,
then thou knewest my path.
Psalm 142: 3a (KJV)
routine care
and happy to wait my turn
I watch the world go by
and my heart
fills with love
Blessings,
Ellen Grace Olinger
They Can Return
they can return
in new and different ways
some of the things
thought lost
my mother and I were
closer in her old age
though we always loved
language and books
a past illness led to me
simply sitting with her
for hours as that was
something I could do
conversations
the trust that grows
through decades
of unconditional love
now sometimes
these many years
since her passing
I remember what she said
and the advice still applies
My poem is from May 2019.
Ellen Grace Olinger
Images: wpclipart
Poems From Psalms And Nature 