The antique farmhouse Over 100 years old Has heard many secrets But not one has it told Though it grows weak More tired day by day Afraid those secrets It soon will give away A creak from the floor A new crack in the wall Are signs the farmhouse Is fated to fall Under… Read More Farmhouse
The birds search for seed At dizzying rates But we, we all Leave food on our plates The squirrels bury And ration their food But we, we all Eat without gratitude Some people worry About when next, they’ll eat But we, we all From our diets do cheat Forgetting it’s a privilege To have… Read More Hunger is Real
Geese flew over Aligned in a V Rhythmically flapping Not one noticed me Staring up Mesmerized by the sight Knowing change came Each year they took flight As I paused To marvel at the geese They flew, one-by-one To the pond beneath Surrounded by leaves Golden with age They bathed in the glory Of… Read More Geese
Living in the shadow Of gods and men Are nameless and faceless Women and men Giving of themselves Again, and again Living in the shadow Of gods and men
We wish for life To be clear and bright When the answer we’re seeking Turns on like a light Illuminating: A dream we’ve been given A path to follow The time for decision We wish in life For clarity of vision Light bulb moments In choices, we’re given
A full harvest moon Will rise tonight On Friday the 13th The bats will take flight To search the orchard In the cool, dark air Where trees grow heavy With apples and pears On bent branches Above the pumpkin patch The bats swoop down For bugs to catch As calls of the wild Enliven… Read More Bleed into Shadow
On the river’s edge A Sycamore grows As the water babbles The dawn softly glows Still a bit hazy With sleep in her eyes Sun parts the curtains And watches fog rise Up from the valley Fog tiptoes away Scattering the night While bringing the day Sun says to Sycamore “Good morning, child,” On the… Read More River’s Edge
Seashell crumbs Showed us the way Down the beach A late summer day To a scavenger hunt Through tangled seaweed Where a seagull swooped in And started to feed On a soggy French fry That floated by The tide quickly switched From low to high We found treasure Under the setting sun Our pockets grew… Read More Seashell Crumbs
Jessica M. Collette 
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