Dogwood

Graceful dogwoodEach of four petals scared with red like the cross of Jesus. How can the sky be such a perfect blue? Dogwood  flowers like waxen crosses. Centered with a green crownPrecious heart shaped petals whiter than snow and speaking God's love at Easter.

Dogwood

Graceful dogwoodEach of four petals scared with red like the cross of Jesus. How can the sky be such a perfect blue? Dogwood  flowers like waxen crosses. Centered with a green crownPrecious heart shaped petals whiter than snow and speaking God's love at Easter.

Azalea Gardens in Muskogee, Oklahoma

One April morning in Muskogee those azaleas begin to burst open. Everyone has been waiting.Horse drawn carriages carry the park visitors  around to see the park set on the hills west of town.Horses are one of the many happy sights.Ducks and geese are another!Friends stop to rest on one of the docks that surround the... Continue Reading →

Azalea Gardens in Muskogee, Oklahoma

One April morning in Muskogee those azaleas begin to burst open. Everyone has been waiting.Horse drawn carriages carry the park visitors  around to see the park set on the hills west of town.Horses are one of the many happy sights.Ducks and geese are another!Friends stop to rest on one of the docks that surround the... Continue Reading →

Spring is Almost Here

Spring in the MeadowBy Elece HollisThe treetops show a palest green.The iris fronds point straight and clean.The daffodils nod in betweenThe earth and sky.The air above is slate-grey blue;It shines with very different hueThan golden warm when robins flewSouth in the fall.The grass appears about to burstForth from the ground whose long cold thirstIs sated... Continue Reading →

A Snow Job

           The world turned white on Christmas Eve when a blizzard hit Oklahoma. We woke Christmas morning to a few inches of white laid like a blanket over the farm. Everything brown and dead was covered with clean, bright snow that made the farm into a pristine wonderland.Noone went out, except to the barn to give some... Continue Reading →

All’s Well

The evening sky was clear and stars began to show even before the sun set. The world was still and faded like an old woolen coat. The were colors, but not bright or harsh ones in the setting sun behind the bare tree's filigreed silhouettes. The only sounds coming to my ears were the gentle... Continue Reading →

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