Jack’s a shy guy A bit misunderstood Though he looks pure evil Through and through, he’s good A sinister smile appeared When they carved his face With menacing eyes That he cannot erase He looks at the children And sees fear in their eyes He cannot comfort them Though he tries and tries When Sensitive… Read More Jack’s a Shy Guy
It was as if the sun Reached down With her glorious rays And blessed them all This October day Transforming the trees With a golden glow A magical glimmer Together they shimmer For all who have Autumn eyes To see
The season of gathering Has begun Squirrels collect acorns One by one Leaves drift Alone to the ground One by one Until they are found Coyotes howl From separate hills One by One They grow quiet and still As thoughts swirl In our busy heads One by one We dream instead Of all that we’ll… Read More The Season of Gathering
In the soul of autumn Not all is what it seems The wind becomes whispers Reality morphs into dreams Leaves reveal their true colors Oh, what a sight to see! If for but a moment Until the trees set them free Free to float with the whispers To another time, another place A place where… Read More The Soul of Autumn
At your beginning, October, You’re subtle and nice Giving us apple pies And pumpkin spice Colorful leaves adrift On autumn dreams By your end, though, October You’re a scream You’re not as innocent As once you seemed You’re shadows and spiders Fog and moonlight Will you trick or treat us On Halloween night?
There’s a song to be heard In the falling rain It plays on repeat Again and again Boldly, it begs, “Now is your chance, Put on your boots, Join me and dance!”
She wears a flower Behind her ear So, a song of summer She will hear As she gathers leaves Born of autumn She holds on tightly So they’re not forgotten When a snowflake falls To tickle her nose When the blooms of spring Rise from below These days, too, Will come and go She wears… Read More In Harmony
September is knocking Knocking on August’s door September is knocking And will not be ignored But will August answer Or will she say, “No. September, you’re early, Away, September, go!”
Perfect days are meant To be bottled and saved Uncorked and savored On less-perfect days On days that need brightening In every way They will bless us with colors That with us will stay To uplift our spirits On those less-perfect days
A tale of sun And summer days Where bees work And rabbits play In butterfly gardens Under skies of blue Where migrant birds Are just passing through En route to find More days of sun In a far-off land Where summer’s just begun
Jessica M. Collette 
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