We love to go for walks with our dog at a picturesque hiking trail featuring old-growth trees and a scenic pond. This photo is at the end of the path underneath a bridge overpass. Back in January, it was reported on the news that messages of hate were found in this area. They have since… Read More Love and Light
When your head hits the pillow Don’t shed a tear Send up a prayer For only God’s ears Close your tired eyes Clear the worry from your head Let the blanket of peace Tuck you into bed Tonight, and always With thanks Amen
The pear tree grew heavy With much fruit to bear So, she lowered her branches In a gesture to share First came the deer Across the field, down the hill To savor the sweetness Until each had their fill Next came the crows Who filled up their beaks So, when they squawked Pear juice dribbled… Read More The Pear Tree
Do you believe in signs Messages and such From those you dearly miss From those you wholly loved A penny at your feet A heart cloud in the sky The perfect color blue A Cardinal flying by Or is this coincidence Merely, a thing of chance Something that normally You wouldn’t give a second glance… Read More Messages
The trees tell secrets This time of year They’ll whisper and wait Wondering if you’ll hear Their sad songs Their stories Their laughter Their tears All they’ve witnessed All that’s since disappeared
Leaves fall Like candy-coated rain In a carnival of colors As the seasons’ change Transient, unexpected Never the same
I saw a piece of paper Flat and uninspired I folded it with creases Until my fingers tired I shaped it I named it I kissed it goodbye In my imagination I watched it fly
As the weather grewDarker and colderThe new buds of springIn autumn were olderGoldenAs an aged wedding ringSmoke signals roseVeiled and thinLike the Farmer’s AlmanacThat said, winter would beginWhen the first snowflakeDelicate and whiteBecame an omenOf frostbiteThe farmer shiveredAt the thoughtHe stoked the fireUntil red hotA golden fluffballPurred on his lapThe farmer and kittyShared a catnap… Read More Golden
The rain tap, tap, taps “Is anybody home?” Dampening the sign Securely taped to the door No Soliciting It brazenly ignores
Cornstalk scarecrows Guard pumpkin patches We get scared at the sound Of screeching door latches That seemingly move By themselves on the barn Where ghosts made from sheets Hang from frayed yarn They spin in the wind Disturbing the night Our eyes grow large At the spooky sight We check what we’re seeing Blinking twice… Read More Chill
Jessica M. Collette 
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