The butterflies admire The flowers as they sway The chipmunks continue To run about and play The bees give thanks For the promise of golden honey From the clovers that grow To feed the hungry bunnies The birds flock together To sing a song of praise The squirrels bow their heads In the trees… Read More Sunday Morning
In the water That trickled over Rocks and toes On sinking sand In the wind That blew the grasses Who called the sandy hills Their home In the flowers Native-born Of salty sea And rustic shores On the wings Of Butterfly and bird Who swayed and danced In blue azure I heard a song… Read More Nautical Lore
The sands of time Just cannot flow They’re all stopped up With nowhere to go A 2020 rock Impedes their way Through the hourglass To a normal day
Even when the sun Fails to shine The sunflower still blooms Standing tall, bright, And beautiful She holds the weight of the day On her petals
Why name one a flower, Call another a weed? Both petals and stems Grew from dirt and seed.
Pick your poison Fill your cup Mix Captains and Coke And drink the islands up Pour a glass of wine Red or white Let it breathe ‘til the flavor’s just right Jameson and Ginger Are a perfect pair A refreshing treat With an Irish flair Or just drink a water Sparkling or still “Cheers,”… Read More Cheers
We need to laugh To get us through The bad days The days painted blue We need to laugh To take a break From the doom and gloom Of the world’s mistakes We need to laugh Out of control To expand our lungs Until we feel whole We need to laugh For our souls
This year more than ever We need Christmas in July A little bit of happiness To help the days go by To calm the unrest With a bit of cheer To have a celebration To forget about our fears If only we could gift ourselves A brand new year
Oh, Busy Bee How do you decide Between the showstopper flowers And the shy ones who hide In the back of the garden Behind the ‘look at me’ blooms Growing near the ground With the speckled mushrooms Oh, Busy Bee How do you decide Who deserves your attention Or a hasty fly by In… Read More Busy Bee
Nothing ever Stays the same The birds The people The lay of the land They fly They age They grow wild and free Leaving only Hints Of what used to Be
Jessica M. Collette 
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