Misty Morn’
There’s a rustling In the wilderness It creeps above the grass ~ Traveling with conviction Up the trees It then turns back ~ It is everywhere Yet nowhere Noticed and then not ~ A misty morn’ Becomes A midday afterthought
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.
Giving Thanks
Take a couple seconds To stop and look around There’s much to be thankful for Just waiting to be found ~ It’s the little things That we take for granted What’s just expected to be there Makes life truly enchanted ~ It takes but a moment A small part of each day To say all… Read More Giving Thanks
Maybe
Maybe a little further Up around the bend It will all get easier And the journey will end ~ Maybe it keeps going Straight up a steep hill Challenging stamina And testing free will ~ Maybe it will lead To that special place Where the future is bright And all sorrow’s erased ~ Maybe, just… Read More Maybe
Recipe of Thanks
A recipe of thanks For the perfect pie Says to roll out the dough And stuff good things inside ~ One heaping cup of joy With two cups of gratitude When mixed together Become a cheerful attitude ~ Then whip up A whole bunch of hope With a half a cup of goodwill And two… Read More Recipe of Thanks
Half Full
May your cup overflow With just what you need A substance that nourishes And wisdom that feeds ~ Not just the body But also, the soul An elixir that appeals Whether young or old ~ May your cup overflow All the length of your years A gift in your hand Through cheers and tears ~… Read More Half Full
Fate Knocks
Little did she know What fate would hand her next And how far it would go To earn her respect ~ It started with just one Boney finger to her back Stabbed by fate’s sharp digit She was under attack ~ Next came an icy grip Clenched around her neck Tighter and tighter still She… Read More Fate Knocks
Rust Divides
When everyone talks No one is heard So many broken promises And too many words ~ Round and round we spin On the political amusement ride Where the tracks are worn And the rust divides ~ Instead of uniting It corrodes us all It’s time to come together Or divided we’ll fall ~ Hand in… Read More Rust Divides
Smiles
A smile speaks louder Than many a word It says someone cares Though nothing is heard ~ It’s a gift passed down From father to son On his father’s face The son’s smile came from ~ Now the son can keep His father alive With each smile shared His father’s legacy survives ~ Because smiles… Read More Smiles
Halloweens Past
Take a trip or two Around the pumpkin patch And be transported to tales Of Halloweens past ~ When old-fashioned stories Were filled with ghouls Who haunted the village Carrying farming tools ~ When apples were picked From skeletal trees And dipped in hot caramel To warm the breeze ~ Where scarecrows stood watch Not… Read More Halloweens Past
Sink
Down in the depths Of the murky deep Are the discarded Jack-o’-lanterns That no one ever keeps ~ After that night Called All Hallows’ Eve When they light up the dark Until the trick or treaters leave ~ Then their candles grow dim And at the chime of midnight All the Jacks are collected Under… Read More Sink
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