"Sometimes when you're in a dark place, you think you've been buried, but actually you've been planted. " Lyli Dunbar I planted a lily today. I planted an ugly bulb with dirt clinging to its roots. I dug six inches, spread the roots there in the hole, and turned it point up before I buried... Continue Reading →
Christmas Cactus By Elece Hollis She's called a cactus––but has no spines; She speaks between her graceful lines. She isn't fir or coned´pine. At Christmas time. She isn't Poinsettia bright Not Amaryllis––that's alright! She bows her head––shy––out of sight At Christmas time. She brightens up the room each year; Comes to bring us all... Continue Reading →
The Color White 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... Continue Reading →
I think I heard a mountain Fluting a brave air, A melody, a tune, a hymn, Bold ballad I could share.
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 →
What man has written man may read; But God fills every root and seed With cryptic words, too strangely setFor mortals to decipher yet. CHARLES DALMONWhat Color?by Elece HollisSome colors we cannot define.Here is blue. No red, maybe purple? There is gold of light and white Color bleeds throughLayers itself, bunches upTo make it's heart stronger,Then shies back likeA young... Continue Reading →
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 →