A man who could make one rose…would be accounted most wonderful; yet God scatters countless such flowers around us! His gifts are so infinite that we do not see them. Martin LutherSummer Rose  by Elece HollisLate in the heat of July, Having feasted on spring eye candyFlowers everywhere––daffodils, peonies,Having our souls filled up with sunshine With bright festival zinnias and daisies,Having been... Continue Reading →

Memory is the diary that we all carry with us. Oscar WildeSummer IsBy Elece HollisSummer is Crepe Myrtle pushing pink lace and sweet perfume,Watermelon splitting open red with a luscious crack,Corn ears––silk showing––waiting for eager hands to harvest,Tomatoes ripening on the vine––juicy and sweet.Summer is watching the wind make dancing leaf shadows,Hummingbirds bickering at the feeders––cicadas... Continue Reading →

Summer, summer, summer––it sweeps up over your soul like a slow wave.c.e.hollisRosebudBy Elece HollisStruggle against the summer sunAnd the Oklahoma wind,Fight the evening thunderstorms.Peek out into the dark night,If you dare...Come, little rosebud,Open in spite of it all.Uncurl your wings!Unfurl to the morning light and findA hummingbird waitingTo sip you good morning.