Tag: North

we drove North

we drove North
to see fall colors

along the way
snow fell and
lightly covered

fields of soybeans,
corn, and other crops

and the wind
painted one side
of tall trees
with the snow

My poem is from my post for October 20, 2018.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Image: wpclipart

Poems and Photos

as if they could
store the sun
small blankets
on a chair
add color to
the scene
as they await
to warm
another time

rereading poems
new layers of meaning
every year
all the colors
of any given day

winds and warmth
summer reaching its fullness
after the longest day
in the North

wildflowers grow
by fields of corn
words of poetry
uplift my soul
keep me strong

Poems are from July 2014, and still true this July.

Busy Bee
Sheboygan Interurban Trail
July 27, 2018
Photos by Karl

Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.

Poems and Photos

Winter North Beauty

these roads
I love these roads
over so many years

different views
of Lake Michigan

houses and barns
with one wreath
a few lights

fields at rest
and dairy farms

family restaurants
with good food
and service

home

love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again

Written for my father years ago, and published in Bell’s Letters. I still remember driving home and being given this poem.

There is no fear in love;
but perfect love casteth out fear…
We love him, because he first loved us.

I John 4: 18a and 19 (KJV)

Ellen Grace Olinger

Kiwanis Park
Sheboygan, Wisconsin
August 22, 2018
Photos by Karl

rose clouds

Today I saw beautiful rose clouds at both sunrise at home, and sunset on the roads with Karl.  Then the holiday lights, which are so beautiful in the cities and towns.  The lights shine in a special way on the country roads, where there are no streetlights.

A little bit of light can go a long way.

Some of my strongest memories from driving back north from my mother’s home and a nursing home are the lights.  I also remember the contrast between the city and all the smaller roads I learned.  So often I reflected upon how the Milwaukee area felt comfortable because we grew up there.  Yet when I got north of Port Washington, I felt at home in my soul.

Ellen Grace Olinger