Sit and Spin
They say our fates Are written in the stars Yet the world on which We sit and spin Still turns Though our thoughts May wander
Author: Jess M. Collette
I live in Rhode Island with my husband Joe and our rescue dog Callie. I love to create and write, drawing inspiration from real life, spirituality, and nature. It is my hope that my stories provide a little bit of sunshine in the lives of those who read them. For additional information and to view original (and oftentimes whimsical) content, please visit www.jessicamcollette.com.
2021 Anthology Book
The newest anthology book, Green, by the Association of Rhode Island Authors, is now available. I’m excited to say my short fiction piece, Perpetually Green, was chosen to be included this year! Pick your copy up at Amazon or local bookstores – all book proceeds go toward supporting ARIA!
My Favorite Tree
My favorite tree Has been dropping her leaves It’s as if she too Feels the rampant unease So much unrest To hear and see Wildfires, floods Viral disease Still, she digs deep Deep into the ground Until what was lost Is once again found In the air, the dirt The churning sea A new leaf… Read More My Favorite Tree
Dog’s Day (if you haven’t heard)
It’s your dog’s day (If you haven’t heard) So, spread some love With a bark and a word Of love for yours (Maybe a picture too) That shows their special Bond with you And if they’re good (Which we know they are) A special treat (Or two) Will get you very far With a hug… Read More Dog’s Day (if you haven’t heard)
Hold
Choose to be gentle Learn to be kind These simple truths Are ours to find And hold Within our hearts
Naturally
Where the flowers grow Wild and free I lose the world And find me Naturally What will be, will be
Stirring
Calm Eerily still A secret held With iron will The force of which Builds and builds Billowing Until it spills Lightning bolts From steely eyes Thunder cracks From deep inside Stirring The peaceful sky
Be Still
Be still When the day is long Troubles persist All hope is gone Be still In the dark of night Feeling lost In a never-ending fight Be still For you are not alone Greater Grace Will guide you home Be still And know
Lovely
The rose blooms Because it must Rise up From the dust So, we may see Something beautiful So, we may know What is lovely
Curious Seagull
A curious seagull Down at the shore Slowly strutted over And was hard to ignore Did he stop to eavesdrop Or did he have something to say Was he merely hoping To share a doughboy that day It was probably the food It usually is The curious seagull Thought the doughboy was his But his… Read More Curious Seagull
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