July to August: short poems

I love this time of year.  These are some favorite poems from my archives.

how does it stay
so regal on this day?
Queen Anne’s lace

loved for years
and now I know your name
blue chicory

my old sweater
worn thin
Queen Anne’s lace
along country roads

When I began here in December 2009, many of my posts seemed to write themselves.  Now the words are not as many.  That’s fine too.  I’ve known many creative seasons.  Sometimes, as life changes, I learn the same lessons in new ways.  Grateful.

This poem was a gift and was published in Bell’s Letters Poet, WestWard Quarterly, and SMILE:

leaves of bleeding hearts
now gold
so do broken hearts mend
so does grief heal
Autumn grace

Ellen Grace Olinger

in loving memory


Irma Alice Brandt
September 4, 1916 – July 11, 2016

My Aunt Irma lived on earth for almost 100 years.

Some of you may remember my posts about the Paul Brandt School Forest.


The vintage flower borders are courtesy of Reusable Art – Breathing New Life Into Old Art.


Aunt Irma also enjoyed Time Of Singing, and now I recall this poem:

country cemetery
trumpet vines
growing taller
than the gravestones

Ellen Grace Olinger
TOS, Summer 2012

Your posts are a wonderful encouragement this summer.


More Daylilies


Time to clear the path to the door again, which means a vase of daylilies.


Ellen Grace Olinger
July 15, 2016