a frost-nipped morning
a bra hangs stiff on the line
robin redbreast chirps
frost-rimmed window panes
frame the sun’s oblique ascent
a fluffed-up bird waits
blue skies but the sun
has a frosty countenance
and a nippy mood
a casement window
framing its panes sparkling frost
melting in the sun
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
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A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
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Ellen Grace Olinger
My Eccentric Friend 