Tag: Prose Poems

Inspiration: Snowdrops

What a good year for the snowdrops. They grow and endure, and return each year. The first flowers in our yard. They picture a kind word, a small poem, everyday blessings. A post in my Reader, a devotional book from a thrift store, and a small plant by the window. I do not know when they first grew and bloomed in the gardens, and we have been here a long time.

Ellen Grace Olinger – April 10, 2017

The Light

The light was especially beautiful yesterday.  In the early morning, there were rays of light through layers of clouds.

For a moment later, the light on the cotoneaster branches looked like holiday lights.

In the afternoon, Karl and I went for a walk in the neighborhood.  The light through trees, falling on a creek, November gardens . . . all so beautiful.

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This morning, I discovered some vintage postcards by Ellen Clapsaddle at Reusable Art.  This is one example:

thanksgiving-harvest

Thanksgiving Harvest