Tag: Memoirs

September Beauty

There are a few more gold leaves on our birch tree. A few poems from my September archives:

stars in the night
and colors
of garden mums
in the rain . . .
new poems begin

September 21, 2018

golden sun
on gold leaves
unconditional love

seagulls
down the beach
silver in the sky

September 24, 2012

twenty years
and more
since I came here
soybean fields
now gold

September 25, 2013

Poems by Ellen Grace Olinger

Sheboygan County
Kohler-Andrae State Park
September 8, 2018
Photos by Karl

Note today: I see there is an updated website for
Kohler-Andrae Wisconsin State Park System.

review – 2

early poems
and new gifts
of trying to write
in a new way

setting aside often
for all the right reasons
and then renewal
over time

not a clue
that blogs were
in my future

and would offer
the world to me

These are garden photos by Karl, from spring and summer this year. I look forward to every day and season. Take good care.

May garden
daffodils bloom
through the night

The begonia planter continues to bloom.

mid-July
daylilies and hosta
tell the time

Lake Michigan – Oostburg, Wisconsin

review is my post from September 1, 2020. This project is about my poetry files, before emails and blogs.

Thank you

Ellen Grace Olinger

late August

late August
perennial gardens

all that has been achieved
colors of flowers
past for a time

plants green and rain
all that is present

and will renew
and return
another time

Poem today

Hosta – August 20, 2016

Ellen Grace Olinger

Memory, Beauty, Hope

When we began this blog in December 2009, and the first years here, I reflected often on the caregiving years with my mother. I am so grateful for those years.

One of the many things I learned was to look for beauty. Those lessons still apply today. We may have been in a hospital room – and look at the autumn beauty. We were near where my mother taught for years. She knew.

Two poems from my archives, in loving memory and gratitude:

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

country cemetery
trumpet vines
growing taller
than the gravestones

“country cemetery” was published in Time Of Singing, 2012.

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Friday notes

I received an email from the Natural Resources Foundation of Wisconsin. They began Virtual Field Trips today.

We also receive helpful emails from the Aurora Health Care Foundation.

Karl and I continue at home, and we are grateful. I am home all the time. Karl bought groceries today, and he wore a face mask and gloves.

I have been home for an extended time before, with personal health experiences. And I also spent a lot of time simply being with my mother during her last years. We brought the world to her – everyone needed and she blessed us simply by being herself. When I think of my parents, I think of unconditional love and “big picture faith.” They lived through a lot of history too, including the Great Depression and World War II. My father was a veteran.

Many writers and readers of books, for example, know the experience of feeling blessed by an author from another time. Emily Dickinson is an example.

Or an author in our time. Jan Karon is an example – her wonderful novels.

Many ways to know a sense of friendship. I correspond with poets, and had penpals when I was young. Blogs felt comfortable right away.

This morning I thought of a verse I posted here in the past:

let patience have her perfect work

from James 1: 4a (KJV)

We all have skills and life experiences to apply to this new time. After my mother’s passing in 2004, the grief was hard. And now it is 2020, and I am still blessed by what some may have considered sacrifices at the time.

Take care. Prayers for all who serve and are suffering with COVID-19.

Ellen Grace Olinger

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