breakfast and music
when a song begins
I know the words
Amazing Grace

breakfast and music
when a song begins
I know the words
Amazing Grace
clouds and sky
spruce tree branches still
reading poems
that offer hope
and rest
POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN
sunrise
small branch growing
from the old tree trunk
morning light
on a December morning
blue sky and clouds
in the window
above my printer
morning light
in late Fall
a place on the wall
for a new small
painting
sometimes it seems
the older I grow
the more simple
my poems become
and yet they are
supported by years
all the ways life
challenges and grows
and I am grateful
for every day
and look forward
by God’s grace