I see blue In the windows to your soul; In a perfect summer sky During an early morning stroll; On the feather of a jay That breaks the silence of the day; On a newly opened flower Arranged in a bouquet; In the mesmerizing flutter Of a butterfly’s wings; I see blue In the eyes,… Read More Blue
Some trips are planned and plotted With exact arrival and departure times But the best kind of adventure Has no customer boarding lines; The fun is in the journey Down an uncharted path Where how you got there’s a mystery As is, how and when you’ll get back
As raindrops do Souls fall to earth Are given life And breath at birth; Some will gently nurture While others flood Where one aids in growth Another turns to mud; Then just as quickly As they once fell to earth They evaporate Back into the dirt; Where one sprouts new life The other causes only… Read More Evaporate
Can you hear the laughter Traveling through the air From the long-lost echoes Of yesteryear; When the children played ‘til the last light of day Then chased fireflies And let them guide their way; Down the worn footpaths And past the garden fountain Still alive with the sounds Time has forgotten; On any given day… Read More Echoes
Against a field of so much green She had no choice but to be seen; To spread her wings and flutter free Into the world where she will be; Recognized for her beauty And sensitivity; As a peacekeeper between The flowers and the bees; For when her work is done It’s back to where she… Read More Lovely Things
In the peace and quiet Where the tall pines grow There is a man Who stands alone; Casting his line Time after time Not in search of fish Just a way to unwind; As the water swirls Up to his waist With each cast His worries erase; Washed by the water He reels in a… Read More Fisherman
Dear Summer in New England, For you we wait all year To gaze upon your sunny face And forget our winter fears; We welcome you With bare open arms Too pale from the lack of Your warmth and charms; But like the fickle souls we are Soon we’ll be complaining, “It’s wicked hot and humid… Read More Dear Summer in New England
In this great big world We’re living in Where opportunity awaits To lose or win; Know your goals Before you begin Then take a leap of faith Into the wind; Drifting on new wings You’ll learn to fly To where your dreams And goals reside
Find a place To call your own A perfect house To make your home; A home to fill With happiness To share with those You love the best; A home to share Laughter and tears To store precious memories Year after year
Man made of stone For those who have shown Sacrifice and bravery Beyond flesh and bone; Eternal heroes Of honor and might We see your faces On sunny days and darkest of nights; Our sisters and brothers Fathers and mothers Remembered together, as one Man made of stone
Jessica M. Collette 
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