East Texas Morning

Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it 
ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the rests.
~ John Ruskin

On a bright hot Texas morning
You can hear the bees a-buzzing
Cicadas blend their voices
With the rustling of the leaves
The pine tree’s nighttime whisper has
Become a soft, brushed rhythm
Wildflowers dance beside the road;
Cars in passing stir a breeze. 
Mockingbird joins in the chorus,
Sings the songs the flowers dance to,
Grazing cows find shelter 
In the shade of spreading trees.

© 2014 by Elece Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK
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Wedding Day

All your life you dream;
All your life you wait,
Until
One day
You fall in love.
Life begins afresh
With a wedding day.
Like a movie’s end,
A movie that 
Changes your heart,
With music
That sinks into your soul;
Music that insists 
You stay
Listening 
In the emptying theater
To hear the last 
Sweet note,
Before going out into 
The altered
Evening.
Life begins with the end of 
Waiting.