or some bush aflame,
Men look for God and fancy him concealed;
But in earth’s common things he stands revealed
While grass and flowers and stars
spell out his name.
Minot Judson Savage
Blue is Not
By Elece Hollis
Blue is not a flower color normally.
Blue is the ocean on a still shore.
Reflecting the sky of a summer day.
Blue is the vase in the windowsill
In Grandma’s kitchen, reserved for violets
Dandelions and other special bouquets.
Blue is berries in a white bowl,
Sparkled with sugar and peeping from a swirl of cream.
Blue is the color of robin eggs waiting in a nest.
Blue is a newborn baby’s eyes.
Blue is hydrangea.
Earth with her thousand voices, praises God.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oh beautiful sweet scented roses
Unfurling after a rain,
At the first glimpse of overdue sunshine,
At the soft breathe of God on the wind.
Your petals, white as summer clouds,
With freckles of pink-pinpoint-pearled
You lift to dance and sing the praises
Of the artist who paints our world.
©2014 Elece Hollis Find a copy with this link: Limitless Grace .
The fields are dressed for summer
Beneath the broad blue sky,
Decked out in every gleeful color,
Waving to the passerby!
Dancing in the heated wind
Lining ditch and alley
Susan with her big brown eyes
Native sisters in bright blankets
Nod with the summer rhythms
Wine, yellow, orange, and red
Woven striped and beaded—see them?
Pink Prairie Gentians
With blond sun-washed curls,
Are garbed in soft pink dresses
Like ballet-dreaming little girls.
You never know who you might find
Among the meadows grasses
A fellow in a brown fur hat
In a coat of rust and yellow passes
Yes, the fields are dressed for summer
Hoping you will slow your pace
Not miss the festival of color
Spread across the earth’s green face.