Tag: Poinsettia

Lake Michigan Poems

cold
Lake Michigan winds
a tiny bird
seeks shelter
by the kitchen window

gold leaves
drift to ground
sunbeam
on the water

Northern sun
shines on frozen beach
still the days grow shorter
shadow of poinsettia
on the wall

barge with lights
travels our great lake . . .
thoughts and prayers
for those with thoughts
of home

“Northern sun” is from Quiet Christmas Poetry.

Ellen Grace Olinger

early June morning

early June morning
pelicans fly over the water
a deer walks through the yard

new carnations
in an old glass vase
by the window

poinsettia and lily plants
placed by the back patio door
only yesterday
and still in the house

new green
on evergreen branches
an image loved for years
the small new growth

and lilacs bloom

Journal Poem
June 6, 2019
Ellen Grace Olinger

The carnation is courtesy of wpclipart.

March Reflections

March

the month begins
with Winter
and ends
with early Spring

the poinsettia
is still beautiful
and I think about
Easter lilies

longer days
of light and reading
new and old books
by a window

shadows
of icicles
on the calendar
and wall

Photos are by Karl. The poinsettia photo is from Christmas Day, 2018. The lily photo is from April, 2010.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Saturday Morning

The photo of a poinsettia is from February 2017. I like the light and shadow, as well as the colors.

rain in dark night
refreshes each leaf
today I think of you
no longer with grief

I wrote this poem for my father in June 2012. He lived on earth from 1915 – 1983. Today is his birthday.

In November 2018, I realized my parents had both been born over 100 years ago. I wrote a poem, and will reprint in this post:

TODAY I REALIZED

today I realized
my parents were born
over one hundred
years ago

I picture them younger

Mom in the yard
hanging clothes
on the line

Dad in his workshop
working on a crossword
puzzle

today I realized my parents were born
over one hundred years ago

most of all
I remember them older
when they must have known
at a deep soul level
their days on earth were fewer

each left a legacy

of unconditional love
which continues
in my heart to this day

And I remember this verse:  But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. 
Job 23: 10 (KJV)

Blessings,
Ellen Grace Olinger