Friday, September 29, 2017

White Rose

White reflects all colors and keeps itself plain, 
white and pure.
White is a beautiful color, isn't it?
c. e. hollis

The Rose
 By Elece Hollis

A rose uncurled––unfurled
 Then without a word showed to me
Her inner self. 
Why can't I be so brave,
To greet the world 
To show first my face
And not hide my heart?

Monday, September 25, 2017

The Real Green

I'm glad the sky is painted blue
And the earth is painted green,
With such a lot of nice fresh air 
All sandwiched in between.
Author Unknown

The Real Green
By Elece Hollis

Pale green of first leaves in springtime,
Green of the forest cool and deep?
 Green with envy, green as grass?
I can't let the question pass.
What is the real––realest real––the really, realest green?

Could it be the green of money,
The yellow-green side of a sycamore leaf,
Or the rind of a lime or the juice between?
 A holly leaf or a coffee bean? 
What is the real––realest real––the really, realest green?

Is it the green of a iris stem,
The shade of a dragonfly's wing?
The green of fir tree––the pines
The green of olives––or muscadines?
What is the real––realest real––the really, realest green?

Could it be an apple, pear, or string bean
 Or the root of a majestic live oak–– unseen
Or the gray-green of  moss swaying in the breeze 
Is it the green of holly leaves?
What is real––realest real––the really, realest green?

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Come to The Garden

Flowers are food for the soul. 
They fill more than bread. 
They satisfy more than money. 
C.E. Hollis

Come To 
By Elece Hollis

Come to the garden where warm breezes blow sweetly
Where bluebirds and butterflies play.
Come to the garden, sit down for the feast
Where blessings are served up each day.

Come to the garden; take food for your soul
Food much more filling than jelly on toast.
Come to the garden and take in the sweetness,
Come visit where God serves as eminent host.

Come to the garden; come on go with me now;
Don't wait till after the morning has passed.
Come again in the evening, when shadows are falling,
Come to the table at last.