Lilliputian Parade

My meadow has gone wild-flowered! Sun slants across the meadow Lighting the white beard-tongue petals. They are torches Carried though the towering grasses by Lilliputians. The flames nod in a breeze as they're passing; Grasshoppers spring up from the stems of grass, They are clowns making the earth laugh. Butterflies flit from bloom to bloom,... Continue Reading →

Late Summer Dancers

"There is no place like a meadow to walk your soul to peace." c. e. hollis Under the blue of an Oklahoma sky, I walk in the overgrown grasses and the wildflowers. Here I find joy in the colors of the earth and in the sound of wind rustling the grass mixed with bird and... Continue Reading →

Paintbrushes

Of A Summer Morning  By Elece Hollis Out in the fields where meadowlark goes, Bright paintbrushes stand on the tips of their toes. Butterflies––yellow ones, white, orange, and black Weave melodies over the grasses and back.   Out in the woods where the tanager sings Luna moth travels on gossamer wings. Timid mouse peeps from... Continue Reading →

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