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By Elece Hollis

Spring is yellow forsythia and daffodils, red of tulips, hyacinth purple, white crocus, lilies and all shades of bright.

Summer is every color under the sky-blue, it’s every shade of green, white clover, and red roses a picket fence.

Fall has crimson apples, sunflowers, leaves of orange, yellow, and Sweetgum purple, honeysuckle, and white of frost on the windows.

Winter is brown and gray, but holds white of the first falling snow, white of moon’s shine and sparkling stars.

White is a country church’s freshly painted steeple, white flesh of a river trout, of salt, of a lamb’s wool

White of new cotton socks, white of sifted bread flour, white of butterfly wings and angel robes in Christmas plays.

White is drifting clouds, white of pages between the lines, of coconut milk,  a polar bear fur, of egret’s feathers.

White of a bride’s gown, a porcelain sink, powdered sugar, whipped cream for pumpkin pie, white of wave crests and thundering waterfalls,

I love white. White is every color, every place, every season––every rhyme.

Fields in Summer

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.

By Elece.Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice
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