where did it come from
this butterfly in my room
‘twixt last year and this
1 January 2022
where did it come from
this butterfly in my room
‘twixt last year and this
1 January 2022
how quiet it is
the gentlest of breezes stirs
the most slender twigs
January 1, 2022
the morning breaks calm
pale blue and gold skies, a bird
sings in the new year
January 1 2022
last day of the year
a glimmer of bright sunshine
brings a little cheer
the recumbent cat
warms his feet on my belly
unsuccessful hunt
a spilt flask of tea
a whole library awash
a digital swamp
a long journey home
a flask spilt into my bag
my kindle drowning
I am a spider
swinging on gossamer thread
caught in transition
a winter morning
watching the clouds rolling-in
infinite patterns
sea grass whispering
a scattering of seashells
damp sand underfoot
I dream so I write ..
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
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A Journal of Poetic Observations
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Ellen Grace Olinger