"Each month of the year has its own beauty…a picture which was never seen before and which shall never be seen again. "Ralph Waldo Emerson October Rose By Elece HollisAutumn's chilly nights come;Cold calls for the woolen blanketsFrom the cabinets upstairs.Spread atop the patchwork quiltsOn the old farmhouse's bedsWoven of the warmth of summer sun.Rose lights my kitchen windowsill,Teems with... Continue Reading →

He is the poet of the world, with tender patience leading by his vision of truth, beauty, and goodness.Alfred North WhiteheadFull Circle by Elece HollisSo sweetly comes the autumnWith bright berries and multicolor leaves.The sweetgum was bare, then green, is red, then purple, Now orange and finally yellow––lastly bare.Green stays only in the pines, the fir and... Continue Reading →

He misses a joy, who cannot endure a thorn.c.e.hollisResolve to Live By Elece HollisIf my hands are closed, holding tightly to what I have,I cannot receive what God wants to place in them.If my eyes are closed tightly to shut out painful sightsI fear to see, I will not see beauty.If my heart is shut up... Continue Reading →