Birds of Oklahoma Winter

  Oklahoma with its mild winter is host to many birds. The meadowlark and the cardinals keep busy and wait out spring along with nuthatches and the tiny tufted titmouse. The meadowlark with its yellow chest and belly and its stripes and choir scarf of jet black is my favorite of all the birds. The... Continue Reading →

Time

You're a man, you've seen the world––The beauty and the wonder and the power, The shape of things, their colors, lights and shades, Changes, surprises–– And God made it all!Robert BrowningTimeBy Elece HollisTime for vases of daffodils on the windowsill.Time for filling the hummingbird feeders.Time for sunny warmer days and thunder-stormy evenings.Time for treefrogs singing after rain.Time... Continue Reading →

Rose

RoseBy Elecegold and honey stirsthe mind, soul with soft sunlightsinging in the garden

Left Behind

"Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk is a miracle. Somewhere, always, a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk."  Beverly NicholsLeft Behindby Elece HollisI love to find the spaces where the flowers bloom and grow,Places where once frame houses stood ... abandoned long ago.I love to... Continue Reading →

Come See!

Come See!By Elece HollisCome see—come join in the song!All earth sings praise to the CreatorWho has from time immemorial Raised His hand and created the seed,The tree, the leaf, the bud, the flowerAnew each day—fresh and beautiful,Bright and color-filled, light-kissed, and sweet-scentedAgain and again—yet never has His paintbrushFailed to make men and angelsGasp and sigh in... Continue Reading →

The Family Bouquet

The Family Bouquet Nothing beats the surprise of a florist at the door with a beautiful bouquet. My sweet husband sent me a bouquet last week and it was an especially wonderful one. It was made up of roses of several colors: pink, white, and some pinks with white edges. It had a spray of... Continue Reading →

Red Bloom

Under the flower's soft petalsUnder the bloom's bright spraySepals that once housed and guarded the budSupport her on her crowning day

Let There Still Be Roses

 Dear Jesus, I read in Isaiah 55 these words: "So you will go out with joy, and be led forth in peace. The mountains and the hills will burst into singing before you and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands.Large cypress trees will grow where thornbushes were. Myrtle trees will grow where weeds were. These things will be... Continue Reading →

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