A Thousand Voices

Earth with her thousand voices, praises God. 

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Oh beautiful sweet scented roses

Unfurling after a rain,

At the first glimpse of overdue sunshine,

At the soft breathe of God on the wind.

Your petals, white as summer clouds,

With freckles of pink-pinpoint-pearled

You lift to dance and sing the praises

Of the artist who paints our world. 

©2014 Elece Hollis  Find a copy with this link:  Limitless Grace .

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
Find Elece's other blogs:  http://thoughtsjoinletters.blogspot.com/       http://prairieplaces.blogspot.com/

Pink Begonia

Though small, you sing

In bright splashes of sound.

You carry melodies that birds 

Have sung in passing.

You hold golden notes 

Of sunlight in your centers

Trill soprano/alto harmonies.