Short Poems: Seasons

some time
in my small study
so I do not miss
small gold leaves
in the wind

wind freeing the snow
from evergreen branches

Spring poetry
journals in the mail
new season of art

a painting
every morning
tree branches
with new growth
and sky

reading journals
new generation of poets
since I began

time with old friends
poems in a journal
from years ago

after rain sun
in the garden
where green plants
still grow and today
begins anew

“wind freeing the snow” is from Quiet Christmas Poetry.

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Creative Seasons

Short Poems: Remembrance and Hope is a post from POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN.

I wrote, “The seasons inspire reflections about loss and renewal. We think about other people and their stories. A passing, a birthday, the beginning of what would be a last illness, a poetry journal or blog post that honors a poet’s work. For example, Carol Purington – I am grateful for the books her family completed for her.” Then some poems.

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New Poem

perhaps because
it is Autumn
I think of my mother

the season when
her last illness
began many years ago
and the trees
outside her hospital

I read to her
from the Psalms
and poets she would
know from long ago
and new poets too

most of all
I remember her faith
and unconditional love
that is with me still

From the Psalms:

Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.

Psalm 131: 1 – 2

Ellen Grace Olinger
September 23, 2021
Poems From Psalms And Nature

Favorite Poems and Posts

tiny leaves
on trees
no prayer
in my heart
too small for God

March 23, 2021

The earth, O LORD,
is full of thy mercy:
teach me thy statutes.

Psalm 119: 64 (KJV)

April 27, 2021

breakfast and music
when a song begins
I know the words
Amazing Grace

cup from a thrift store
on my grandmother’s
straw chest
near the window
fills with light

May 18, 2021

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