Omens
Plastics In all shapes and sizes Litter the banks As the river rises Omens of Environmental crisis
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.
It’s Simple
A simple yes A simple no A simple choice Is simple to know A simple answer Simply ain’t so
Trash Day
“It’s trash day again,” I hear myself say. “Another week’s gone, We’re back to trash day.” It’s one more reminder Of how fast it goes Time keeps on ticking Its hand never slows So, look for meaning That with you will stay Week after week Including trash day
Return to Sender
If life had an option Like the USPS Return to Sender For these, check yes: A cold, the flu, feeling blue Bills, mortgages, taxes due Hurricanes, earthquakes, tornadoes too Depression, anxiety, haunting you Poverty, hunger, times of war Insomnia, nightmares, evermore Missed opportunities, Failing scores Heartbreak, death, nevermore
Warm Thoughts
Warm thoughts Crack the ice Of winter days Before it gets so thick We can’t help but sleep ‘til spring
Debut
The end of a decade Ten years are gone Seconds are slow As day is long Moments tick by Another hour goes Day turns to night A new moon glows The earth spins Our heads do too To places we’ve been To the faces, we knew To a new decade About to debut
Holiday Hangover
Empty gift boxes Wrapping paper balls Stale crumbly cookies Pine needles fall Smashed ornaments Candles burnt out Adults bicker Children pout Piles of dirty dishes Half-eaten yule log Yellow snow Thanks to the dog Holiday hangover Spiked eggnog
The Christmas Star
Winter sun sets On another cold day As darkness falls A light guides the way The way for wanderers Who can’t pay the cost The way for wonderers Who in dreams are lost The Christmas Star shines For all as they roam With radiant light It guides travelers home
Christmas Orphans
It’s sad to see The trees left on the lot All of the orphans That Christmas forgot Cold and bare In quiet desperation Hoping for a home And festive decorations But new hope is found When the birds fly in They fluff their feathers As tweeting begins They sing Christmas carols From days of… Read More Christmas Orphans
The Weary Ones
The midnight hour Has come and gone The minutes tick Down to the dawn Still, sleep evades The weary ones Who wait on rest That never comes
Jessica M. Collette 
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