A man gathers sticks
bundles them with twine to build
his house in the woods
A man gathers sticks
bundles them with twine to build
his house in the woods
A winter landscape
white snow and trees starkly black
two little boys play
On this day of love
you are asleep beside me
your warm heart beating
Wandering between
dark rooms I have lost my way
following a voice
Against a grey sky
doves flying on creaking wings
are on a mission
Twigs, ice-clad stretch up
frozen hands cradling the last
red winter berries
a beautiful day
welcomes a brave new year
joyful Chinese friends
Violet clouds veil
dawn’s intensly blushing face
night’s lingering kiss
Little white kitten
talking with judge made us laugh
today the sun shines
Happily painful
biting encounter with snow
tactile memory
I dream so I write ..
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A Journal of Poetic Observations
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Ellen Grace Olinger