winter yard


I thought of my poem:

all winter
flowers rested
in the earth
beauty begins
in the heart

Primroses and ferns will return in time.  I am grateful for perennials,

and the beauty of this day, shelter, warmth, water . . .



Cold but no wind, and grateful to be home.

Ellen Grace Olinger
January 13, 2016

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