waiting for a friend
standing under the poplars
I feel so small
winter trees ablaze
branches stark on flaming sky
one of nature’s tricks
rows of hills and trees
rise layer upon layer
morning mists drifting
the elm’s signature
fine-cut branches sctratched against
a pale winter sky
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger
Just words and more words, as they come of their own accord.
Rivers and Rural Communities : ँ : at the Heart of Travel
A Greek Matinee: my manuscript. . . Tattlings, Scribblings, Brain Expanding, Bits & Bobs as Summer rolls on
My Eccentric Friend 