Tag: Ellen Grace Olinger

early morning

early morning
sunflowers wait
for the sun

early morning
fragrance of carnations
in the sunroom

the word
I seem to say
most often
these days —

August 4, 2018

Ellen Grace Olinger


tree branches
and leaves
in predawn breeze
sorrows begin to soften
and heal


They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Psalm 126: 5 (KJV)


reading poetry
my coffee gets cold
guess I made it
for the fragrance

(Time Of Singing
Volume 43, “Intermezzo”
Fall 2016)


stack of art books
not needing to read today
just need them there


looking at trees
I remember prayers
of friends

Quiet Christmas Poetry

Ellen Grace Olinger