Never Meant to Be Still
The sceneTo look, to find, to rewindThe movieTo view, to feel, to replayThe reelTo scan, to spy, to realizeThe photoOnce moving, breathing, flyingWas never meant to beStill
Category: Poetry
It’s Thomas T. Turkey Day
I’m Thomas T. Turkey In case you didn’t know In the Macy’s Parade I always steal the show Maybe it’s my charisma My Pilgrim hat and feathers Or because I show up No matter the weather So, come on down Y’all should tune in To the Thanksgiving Parade Where I’ll bobble and spin Wink and… Read More It’s Thomas T. Turkey Day
No Glory No Blame
Time stops for no one She’s not in a rush She’s calculated, measured Covert and hushed She’s patient, detailed Adept at sleight of hand She’s seen in seasons And where a tree no longer stands She’s sneaky but intentional Punctual, her middle name She tracks the seconds And a lifetime of gains She favors no… Read More No Glory No Blame
Our Gift
It’s a month to gather Harvest and share A pause to give thanks A moment to care Blessings, losses A laugh, a tear We reminisce And give thanks For our gift Another year
BLACK
Cats, crows, and bats Hiss, caw, and squeak From deep in the night Where the old trees creak From where darkness goes by The name of BLACK His dark dogs guard His command, “ATTACK!” At the sound of his voice From inside his shack The wind howls and screams The ground quakes and cracks And… Read More BLACK
Click, Click, Click
October reaches out with Boney fingers Click, click, click The tapping lingers With chills running Up and down A nervous smile A frightful frown Culminating in Trick or treat Click, click, click Go boney feet To return to their place Of eternal sleep Until October cracks open The lid again
Stained Glass Leaves
Sun, low and bright Peeks through the trees A glimpse into autumn Through stained glass leaves
Touch of Color
Autumn’s anointed A few chosen ones With a touch of color On her favorite sons On her dearest daughters She’s honored them, too With the rarest of tones With the richest of hues With their touch of color They honor Her, too Standing tall in late summer Against the sky so blue
Three Sisters in a Garden
Did you know corn, beans, and squash are called the “Three Sisters”? This cute poem is about the beneficial gardening technique known as the Three Sisters.… Read More Three Sisters in a Garden
Season of the Squirrel
“We’re nutty for nuts If you haven’t heard Or seen our antics It’s not about the birds It’s the Season of the Squirrel And we’re not going anywhere We’re busy gathering And we’re not about to share The acorns are falling And it’s first-come, first-served So, if you happen to be driving Please don’t forget… Read More Season of the Squirrel
Jessica M. Collette 
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