Our winters are long and yet the light . . .

Our winters are long and yet the light in January is different. Always so beautiful.

In late December 2022, I created the two posts some light begins and also Haiku: Light and Seasons.

Here are two more poems today.

clouds and yet
enough light
to fill a jam jar
with the last
of the carnations

early morning
light on an old painting
in a new place

“early morning” was published by hedgerow: a journal of small poems  #136, 2021, edited by Caroline Skanne. Reprinted at Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog.

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Haiku: Light and Seasons

new year sunrise
light fills
the red poinsettia

seeing new details
in the old painting
February light

kitchen window
forsythia in bloom
and a daffodil in light

green ferns
in morning light
bird songs

sunrise
small branch growing
from the old tree trunk

summer sun
thrift store bowl painted
with leaves and fruit

staying with the light
I read in different corners
of the house

painting a new day
with grace and prayer
watercolor sky

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
Psalm 119: 105 (KJV)

“new year sunrise” was published by WestWard Quarterly, Winter 2021.

Haiku are by Ellen Grace Olinger.

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