Tuesday, July 31, 2012


White ghost of a horse
Her name is Boo!
Her ears soft pink 
Her eyes are blue.
Like Mr. Ed,
She's loyal and true
 Speaks only when she's spoken to.

Monday, July 30, 2012


Green ovals house
White wood 
At summer's end the husks 
Dry to brown, then black and split open.
The wood turns brown and brittle
 Nuts drop to the ground.
Hands and knees harvest them
On cool November afternoons.
 Crack the shells and find 
Pecan pies.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sunshine In a Mason Jar

Summer's paintbrush
Dipped in gold sunlight,
Swirled in orange sunsets,
Stroked in dark soil,
Dabbled across oceans of sky,
Lighted with firefly beams, 
Spangled in dragonfly sparkles,
Splashed on the parchment of August.

Saturday, July 28, 2012


Musky bouquet of garden,
Smell of fresh-turned soil,
Fragrance of spring rain,
Whiff of orange and yellow butterflies,
Perfume of a gardener's prayers,
Scent of sunshine,
Essence of heat.
Stop and smell a cantaloupe.
It is summer.

Friday, July 27, 2012


Don't be afraid
To turn the key
Twist the knob and push inside.
Don't be afraid 
To take a step
Open the door, open it wide.

Thursday, July 26, 2012


Birds wear feathers
We wish to wear them too.
I would like to fly, would you?

Pheasant feathers, 
Peacock plumes so fine.
I would choose bright blue for mine.

Cardinal's sleek red
Hummingbird's fluorescent.
I would down and wing be lent.

Yellow Goldfinch
Indigo bunting, blue.
I would like feathers, would you?

Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Yellow and blue,
Sunshine and sky,
Sailboats on water.
Cranker ice cream
 Served in sherbet glasses
 At Grandma's porch table. 
Summer past
 Where are you? 
Drifting on a summer breeze
 Through my memory.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Faded Blossom

Dog Days

The porch swing hangs heavy.
The potted plants sigh.
But none is so hot nor
So weary as I.

The music of crickets,
The buzz of the fly,
Is droning unanswered
Tired and dry.

The sun on the garden
Has dried every leaf.
The vines are all withered;
Gone summer’s feast.

The Queen Anne has faded,
Is no longer white.
All life waits in stillness
For coolness of night.

We watch for the promise
Of color on trees,
Of pears and of pumpkins
To come with the ease,

Of cooler and wetter
Oh, welcome relief
From the dog days of summer
The satin cerise

Of summer’s late sunsets
Those guarantee all
The geese winging southward
God sending us fall.

©Elece Hollis 

Monday, July 23, 2012


Sipping sugar syrup,
Summer acrobat,
Keep those tiny wings a-hummin'
Lest you grow too fat!

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Purple Zinnia

Summer isn't summer 'till the zinnias come to town
Set to dance in sun and wind where butterflies abound.
Summer turns fiesta, a most colorful revue.
Zinnias turn our hearts to autumn as nothing else can do.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Oil Lamp

We came through Oklahoma
On vacation. 
I was a child.
 We ate at the Ruby Dee in Tecumseh.
We visited Mama's relatives. 
Uncle Stony, Aunt Blanche
In a house with no electricity near Grand Lake
We ate supper by oil lamp light
I have loved oil lamps since.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Orchard Harvest

We planted apple trees
In faith, with hope.
Now most summers we
Have sweet yellow apples,
 With pink blushes.
I peel and cook them so,
In winter I will have
 Summer sunshine warm in a bowl 
With cinnamon.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Red Bloom

Under the flower's soft petals
Under the bloom's bright spray
Sepals that once housed and guarded the bud
Support her on her crowning day

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Tomato Bowl

How many fruits have filled this bowl? 
How many tomatoes? How many apples
Were peeled into it's curves?
Golden honey-scented pears?
How many green beans were served
With new potatoes? Sliced sugary peaches?
Ears of yellow corn? Savory vegetable soup?
How many slices of cantaloupe? Blackberries?
I wonder whose bowl it was before it was mine?
Did she use it to mix a cake
Batter for her son's seventh birthday?
Did she love it like I do?

Tuesday, July 17, 2012


Sunflowers, you face the sunlight
At sunset gently bow your heads
Reverent, you know where strength comes from.
You bloom where you are planted 
In a ditch or in a garden fair
You endure the heat.Yes, relish it!
Bring joy everywhere.

Monday, July 16, 2012


Preparing food for winter
Winter? Really?
Who believes in winter
When it's so, so hot?
I do. We do.
We know God promised
Spring, summer, autumn, winter
To the end of time.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Country Roses Tea Cup

A cup of morning coffee,
Tea in the afternoon,
Bright company  
Sweet fellowship
No need of sugar to sweeten it.

A word of friendship spoken,
With a sip of neighborly. 
Come sit a while, 
Let's talk and be 
Closer for the camaraderie.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

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.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Red Jar

The clouds drift by 
In the hot clear sky
A shade of pale white blue.

Reflected in a potter's jar
Who brought his clay from the river far
Away and stained it fire red.

The jar, a fountain bubbling cool,
Breaks the potter's holding rule
Instead spouts drink for roses pink.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Leaf Lighted

White bright July sun

Roasting, drying,
Baking, frying,
Burning, beaming down 
Melting, cooking

Lighting, shining,
Growing, ripening,
Blessing, beaming down.
Coloring, illuminating!

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Rippled reflection
Rocky projection
Sunlit confection
Watery perfection

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Fruit Bowl

Green and red
Red and green.
Like Christmas,
Like cardinals in pine trees,
Like strawberries under leaves,
Like Irish plaid.
Like roses against stems,
Like salsa and lime,
Like tulips in spring.
Like watermelon and rind.
Green and red.
Red and green.
Like apples and tomatoes.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Baby Girl

Baby girl
Head of curls
Skin of pearl
Dance and twirl!

Ribbon and bows
From head to toes
Peek and see
Full of curiosity.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Green Apples

When I was a child
I loved to climb to hide in
My special apple tree
I'd take my book from the library
Settle in the branches happily.
Reach above my head and pluck
A smooth and shiny light green orb,
Bite a green apple, sour, sour,
Sour, tart, pucker your mouth sour.
Trickle down your throat juicy,
Sour, sour, sweet, good!
As good as my story,
As sweet as my hiding place. 

Saturday, July 7, 2012


Zinnias are circus flowers.
They have pizzazz!
They make the passerby shout with glee.
Make him recall an old melody.

Zinnias are not the slightest tad shy; 
They shout and wave
As you walk by, "Look at me.
 Look at me. Look at me! 

I'm as bright as bright can be!
 Butterflies love to dance atop me.
On tippet-toe they ride the breeze,
They light and flutter merrily."

 Zinnias, you make quite a show,
 With colors and shapes that
 Swirl and glow, that shout, that sing,
 That mesmerize flocks of bumblebees!

Friday, July 6, 2012

Glads for Sale

Glads for sale!
Happys for sale!
Joys for sale!
Wonderful Cheers 
Grins for sale!
Ohs and Ahs! 
 Wows for sale!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Red Basket

Who thought to dye this basket
The brightest grandest red?
Who thought to trim it up with blue
And carved the handle grip instead
Of plain, dull, and heartless, utilitarian?

I think it was a farmer's wife; 
Who hoped when she planted an apple tree, 
Who prayed as she watered it carefully, 
Who knew that someday she'd joyously climb 
And harvest it full of apples like these!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012


Color of my favorite crayon in third grade.
Color of a sunset on a winter day.
Color of tomatoes sliced on a plate,
On a summer day when we eat supper late.

Color of the velvet leaves on an autumn dress
Color of the flame licking bright and blessed
Color of plum jelly in a quilted glass jar
Or the harvest moon shining from afar.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Spoon Maker

Her hands still ladylike and soft,
But strong from working hard.
The spoonmaker sat straddle her blue tool box
Dressed in pink and blue check day-dress and an apron
Embellished with pink trim.
Ignoring the crowd and the noonday sun,
She pounded with her wooden mallet.
She chiseled out pieces of wood. 
Her gray/white hair strayed in her face
She didn't mind. She was making
Something useful, something fine.
Something beautiful.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Farmer's Market

Colors, tastes, shapes
A work of art
Red, green, purple, green, red, green,
Orange, green, yellow, green, 
Black, green
Green, green, green
Bulbous, round, oval, pointed, curved,
Sweet, tart, hot, mild.
Someone knelt and planted seed.
Someone watered. 
God gave sunlight.
Time, more rain, time.
God sent rain.
A back bent,
A hand harvested.
An artist arranged.

Sunday, July 1, 2012


Copper tiptoeing on an orange flower
On thin legs like rough threads
With wing spots like dusty silver;
Work while the flowers bloom,
Fly in the copper sunlight,
While summer reigns glorious
On the face of the year.