Sky modestly stoops
screened behind a veil of mist
gives Earth a soft kiss
Sky modestly stoops
screened behind a veil of mist
gives Earth a soft kiss
the dry reservoir
filled again from winter rain
but what of the fish
those little habits
a thumb rubbing a finger
seasons rolling on
embers of summer
glaring red beneath the snow
ice-crusted petals
how unexpected
a lovely gift from a friend
happy memories
got up at seven
wrote sixty-eight syllables
it’s now nine nineteen
during this cold snap
our car sits encased in ice
fingers turning blue
dawn sky turning gold
a squirrel frolicks above
two sleeping pigeons
a frost-nipped morning
a bra hangs stiff on the line
robin redbreast chirps
sketched amongst the twigs
the dark shapes of roosting birds
early morning fog
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
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Ellen Grace Olinger
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