I’ve been inundated with zucchini, apples, pears, plums … which is great! The larder is getting full to bursting and I’m ready for a rest …
TO PRESERVE
plums tumble 
out of summer
down misted nights
into cold-fingered fall
flushed with purple
they slip
into September
to weight my hands
with jam
You decide who wins the Golden Halo
Ellen Grace Olinger
“right answer, wrong question”
I like birds
like thalassic velvet
One Poet's Writing Practice
My ongoing quest to grow as an artist as well becoming more connected to the world around. Life is and adventure. Design the life you love. Live the life you fantasize about.
Poetry from a Dublin Scientist
poet, author, all over the place
A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
I can almost smell and taste the jam. Hoping you are well.
I’ve reached the point of being plummed/jammed out! Glad this worked for you.