Blue is Not

In wonder-workings
 or some bush aflame,
Men look for God and fancy him concealed;
But in earth’s common things he stands revealed 
While grass and flowers and stars
 spell out his name.
Minot Judson Savage

 

 
Blue is Not
By Elece Hollis
 
Blue is not a flower color normally.
Blue is the ocean on a still shore. 
Reflecting the sky of a summer day.
Blue is the vase in the windowsill
In Grandma’s kitchen, reserved for violets
Dandelions and other special bouquets.
Blue is berries in a white bowl, 
Sparkled with sugar and peeping from a swirl of cream.
Blue is the color of robin eggs waiting in a nest.
Blue is a newborn baby’s eyes.
Blue is hydrangea.

Farewell Summer— Welcome Fall

As the sun is full of light, the ocean full of water; heaven full of glory. So may my heart be full of thee.
A Puritan Prayer
 Farewell Summer—Welcome Fall
 By Elece Hollis

Beside a country road,
I found a letter from summer there
You can’t miss it; it’s everywhere
Sweet and mellow
Singing her goodbye
Nodding—swaying in the wind
 Yellow notes of a fading song
Composed on the fragile sunlight and air,
Notice she leaves us
A note  behind wishing
Farewell to another summer
Welcome fall.
My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing to You, 
and my soul, which You have redeemed
Psalm 71:23

© 2014 Elece Hollis , author of  Meet God in the Morning 

Meet God in the Morning: Poems for the Heart of Prayer

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Summer’s End

Summer ‘s End
What a sweet time is summer, with picnic-y fun,
Lots of long days to bask in the sun,
What a wonder the fresh foods we so much enjoy
A treat for the each girl and for each smiling boy.
What a great time for travel, for trips and vacations,
Time to go visit our friends and relations.
Summer’s the best time to slow with the heat
To sit down and share something special to eat.


There are not many arguments, problems or fights
That couldn’t be solved—at last set to rights
Over corn and tomatoes, melons, and such
That’s why in summer we don’t fuss so much.


Summer’s the best time for joy all around
It’s the time when our most happy feelings are found
 Time to pick flowers—to play in the shade
Summer’s the time our best memories are made.


©2014 Elece Hollis
Author of Taste of Christmas -Cookie Cookbook 
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Dear Summer

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Dear Summer,

I feel you coming softly and slowly to an end. With melons ripe in the garden and sunflowers rearing heavy heads are nodding off to sleep in the early afternoon heat. Their leaves like plates seem ready to catch seeds when they begin to drop from their centers.

After darkness begins to fall, I will come and water them so they will be with us still to greet autumn after the tomatoes are gone. After the musky smell of cantaloupe is washed away by evening rains. After the melons have been cut and chilled in the water tub of ice water. After we have feasted on all the sweet summer fruits and vegetables. After evenings on the back porch, after picnics by the lake, and after visits with grandparents and cousins, and when we begin to wish for school days.

After we have tired of the cicadas song, you will slip away without so much as a goodbye. We will ache for you for a time. Then a cool breezy sunny day will sweep in and we will wonder why we even liked you. We will be glad of your passing and happy for the season of apple picking and pumpkin pies and campfires.

We will relish the smell of burning leaves—your leaves shed like tears all day long after the first frost laden night—your leaves brown and brittle like love notes that fluttered from the trees. They will be raked up into huge heaps for children to leap and play in; and then burned of an morning while those children are off learning to read and write and spell words like September, autumn, harvest, chrysanthemum, and thanksgiving.

We will think back to you when we open jars of relish and tomatoes to make soups and when we make a berry cobbler or spread cherry jam on our toast. We will be glad of you and miss you a bit, but enjoy cozy evenings with family by the fireplace. We will miss you and by next spring late will be wishing you’d hurry back for us. We will be ready for your heat and for swimming and green grass and gardens.

So, Summer, I say my goodbyes now. So long and we will see you next year!

Love you,
Elece

Sunflowers bow their heads in the dark of summer nights, in the morning they lift them to the sky. As the day progresses, the sunflowers turn their faces toward the sun. We should also keep our chins up and our faces looking to the light of our Lord Jesus. Then we will find truth and be bold and strong as the sunflowers.

Song and Dance


Sing a song of seasons,
Something bright in all,
Flowers in the summer;
Fires in the fall.
Robert Louis Stevenson


Song and Dance
By C. Elece Hollis
Come Summer late with marigolds, with zinnias, and with cosmos
Splash the green with colors like the sunset from the hill
Come Summer, sing of Autumn—prepare us for her visit
Let us store up warmth and light within our souls—until

We can dance the dance of winter;
We can shout the joy of spring!
We can wait for seasons changing—passing
Learn to trust what God will bring.

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, 
and summer and winter, and day and night will not cease.
Genesis  8:22 nkjv

© 2014 Elece Hollis, author of Meet God in the Morning Poems for the Heart of Prayer, with Helen Steiner Rice with devotionals by Elece

Fields in Summer

The fields are dressed for summer
Beneath the broad blue sky,
Decked out in every gleeful color,
Waving to the passerby!
Dancing in the heated wind
Lining ditch and alley
Susan with her big brown eyes
Yellow-skirted—smiling! 
Native sisters in bright blankets
Nod with the summer rhythms
Wine, yellow, orange, and red
Woven striped and beaded—see them? 
 Pink Prairie Gentians
With blond sun-washed curls,
Are garbed in soft pink dresses
Like ballet-dreaming little girls.
You never know who you might find
Among the meadows grasses
A fellow in a brown fur hat
In a coat of rust and yellow passes 
Yes, the fields are dressed for summer
Hoping you will slow your pace
Not miss the festival of color
Spread across the earth’s green face.



By Elece.Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK
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Dream

Joy is peace dancing, and peace is joy at rest.
F.B. Meyer


Daydream a spot of 
Sunrise on a stem—twirling, waving
Like a topaz gemstone on the tip of Solomon’s scepter

In the green gush of growing,
In the fresh-washed air hung up to dry
In the warm after-rain-noon

Daydream a spot of
Syrupy sweetness on a stem—glowing, dripping
Like orange sherbet of a child’s push-up pop