“Missing”
Here’s a wartime poem from Amy Carmichael. Have you ever dreaded or experienced the knock at the front door? An unexpected phone call? My brief comments are at the end. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
February 2, 2015
meadow teems with life
meadow teems with life
old farmhouse stands abandoned–
new point of interest
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Visitor Destination Read the rest of this entry »
February 2, 2015
Dear Dad, I finally know why…
Dear Dad,
I finally know why I feel compelled to write these letters to you. They’re invitations to dinner! You don’t need to RSVP. I need to send the invitations.
It’s that simple. And complex. Here’s why. Read the rest of this entry »
February 1, 2015
clear titmouse whistles
clear titmouse whistles
melt icy morning silence—
warm forecast of spring
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 31 January 2015
Photo and birdsong credit: www. birdwatchersdigest.com
January 31, 2015
Farewell, English Oak
English Oak in Summer
This year I chose a tree calendar to hang above my desk. Every month I turn the page to a new month and a new photo.
January features an imposing English Oak in winter, standing in a snow-coated field. The branches, twigs and trunks seem to be partially outlined with a dusty icing of light snow. Read the rest of this entry »
January 30, 2015
gray-blue monuments
gray-blue monuments
come to rest on sandy shore–
bleached remnants of life
January 29, 2015
low afternoon sun
low afternoon sun
illuminates interior–
hushed benediction
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It’s October 2012. My husband and I are with a couple of family members. It’s late afternoon. We’re walking back from the beach to the parking lot, on a trail through Oswald West State Park. We pass trees in multiple configurations–from straight and upright to bent or twisted. Many are covered with moss from thick fog that rolls in from the Pacific Ocean.
We pass several trees with hollowed-out space at the base of the trunk. Some have twisted roots with pockets of air where the earth has eroded. The trees reach high toward the sky, seeking light. They seem to have been around for centuries, adjusting to the dim, seemingly haunted environment.
We’ve walked a good distance from the shoreline, away from rolling surf and the muffled sound of human voices. Evening approaches. The air takes on a hushed, cathedral-like quality. Late afternoon sun filters into usually darkened spaces, and offers a silent benediction.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 28 January 2015
Photo Credit, DAFraser, October 2012
Oswald West State Park, Oregon
January 28, 2015
Dear Mom, Here’s a haiku. . .
mother and babies
make their way through grass and weeds
one step at a time
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Dear Mom,
Here’s a haiku I wrote just for you! Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 