Windowsill Bouquets

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet.Marcelene CoxWindowsill BouquetsBy Elece HollisSpring comes insideTo the windowsillIn installmentsPinks and Purples,Whites and yellows,Reds and oranges,Bright blooms.Eager grandchildren comeBringing theseClasped in sweet fistsBehind their backs.For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth. Song of Solomon 2:11-12     ... Continue Reading →

Left Behind

"Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk is a miracle. Somewhere, always, a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk."  Beverly NicholsLeft Behindby Elece HollisI love to find the spaces where the flowers bloom and grow,Places where once frame houses stood ... abandoned long ago.I love to... Continue Reading →

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