A winter runner
ice cleats gripping, heart pumping
clouds of steamy breath
A winter runner
ice cleats gripping, heart pumping
clouds of steamy breath
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
I dream so I write ..
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
14 hectares of thrills, spills and fun!
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger