driving home


driving home
on different roads
and streets

these trees are taller

I remember places
that only exist in photos
and memories now

and then
the beauty

of today


loved for years
and now I know your name
blue chicory

The pictures are courtesy of wpclipart.

Poems by Ellen Grace Olinger


2 thoughts on “driving home

  1. These poems, taken together, remind me of those experiences where I suddenly look up while driving and realize I don’t have a clue where I am. I might well be on a street I drive twice or more a day but suddenly something changes, and everything looks new.

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    1. Hi Linda, It is interesting, why sometimes we see anew. Yesterday I looked outside at 6 PM and saw the light on the ferns and daylilies, and then the moment was gone, until next time. Take care, Ellen


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