Category: Oostburg Wisconsin

all that lasts

all that lasts
all that returns
all that endures
daffodils, primroses,
ferns, daylilies, hosta . . .

The gardens are an endless source of education and inspiration. There have been losses, and other plants seem to always return – over the years and different weather conditions. Our gardens are all perennials now, and we usually buy a planter of flowers from a local store.

I recently completed the draft for a new book of poetry. We decided on Karl’s photo of swans and Lake Michigan for the cover. My goal is to publish by the end of the year. And that can be revised. The last few years, I began a new book a few times. So having completed the draft now is an achievement. Grateful.

Karl’s photo of the winter beach is the cover for Quiet Christmas Poetry (site and large print chapbook).

Elin Grace Publishing
Oostburg, Wisconsin

As I write this post . . .

As I write this post, a new seawall is being built along our Lake Michigan shoreline. Local businesses are working for the people who own homes. Permits were required and Karl helped with this process. He said the rocks are from a Wisconsin quarry.

The view is changed, with the ash tree gone too. Beautiful in a new way.

Karl and I have both received our two vaccine shots. We are grateful, and we will surely continue to wash our hands, wear our face masks, and practice social distance. Be patient and careful. Karl is also participating in a research study.

one day at a time
one rock at a time
seawall

Short Poems for March

This morning, I am reviewing our March archives.

S pring
P romises
R enewal
I nspiration and
ew
G rowth

Published in SMILE (Spring 2011).

late afternoon sun
shines into my little
study longer
another Spring
is given

a new river of
poems begins to flow
as I grow older
still reading by natural light
late afternoon sun

EASTER DINNER

for my mother

The background is red
her hair has become silver
and her dress is rust.
Her smile these days is pure gold
and her eyes sparkle anew.

Published first in Time of Singing, 1993.

And I will add this poem from January 2016.

another year
has passed since
my mother’s passing
I sit and quietly read
a book she would like too

Lake Michigan
March 29, 2014
Photo by Karl