Faded Blossom

Dog DaysThe porch swing hangs heavy.The potted plants sigh.But none is so hot norSo weary as I.The music of crickets,The buzz of the fly,Is droning unansweredTired and dry.The sun on the gardenHas dried every leaf.The vines are all withered;Gone summer’s feast.The Queen Anne has faded,Is no longer white.All life waits in stillnessFor coolness of night.We... Continue Reading →

Purple Zinnia

Summer isn't summer 'till the zinnias come to townSet to dance in sun and wind where butterflies abound.Summer turns fiesta, a most colorful revue.Zinnias turn our hearts to autumn as nothing else can do.

Old Basket Full of History

 Basket  By Elece Hollis Old basket, you make me wonder You make my mind twist back Into the spaces where time was still young. In a thrift shop, I found you Unwanted, uncared for, unrecognized I saw you and took you home. I washed dust from your weave in hottest water Your vines drank in... Continue Reading →

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