Old Basket Full of History

 Basket By Elece HollisOld basket, you make me wonderYou make my mind twist backInto the spaces where time was still young.In a thrift shop, I found youUnwanted, uncared for, unrecognizedI saw you and took you home.I washed dust from your weave in hottest waterYour vines drank in that liquid like gold.I hung you on my porch... 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 →

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 →

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