I often wonder How and why But I never answer I don’t even try You see, life’s rhetorical With many questions asked But don’t expect Any answers back So, go ahead Ask away Just don’t wait long To go or stay It’s your life Live life your way
As we close the door on September Summer months we fondly remember: Pastel petals saluting the light Sun-soaked they welcome the night That soon overstays its welcome. Petals brown under filtered light Lacy clouds veil the moon at night Color shifts from the flowers To the tree’s open arms In a seasonal embrace We feel… Read More October’s Charm
How do you pick a pumpkin From the pumpkin patch? Is there such a thing As your perfect pumpkin match? Just like you and me They come in many shapes Some appear pristine While others proudly wear their scrapes Tall or short Extra plump or boney thin When a pleasing shape catches your eye That’s… Read More Perfect Pumpkin Match
“It’s Heaven, I see In all its beauty. One day you’ll come And join me.” And though they couldn’t hear Her whispers in their ears Colors from the setting sun Served as reminders; A place more glorious Than mortal eyes have known Awaits for us As our eternal home Awaits for us In Heaven
One sunny day It returned to me By way of the shadows A distant memory It crept along Where the bright light shone Walking the line It had long since known Crossing-over Between light and dark Leaving in its path A trail of sparks Illuminating What once had been Cloaked in the shadows Of now… Read More Cloaked in the Shadows
Show me a place Where time stands still Where the summer breeze Evades winter’s chill Where our eyes could see Crystal clear With no worries given Whether far or near Where the vibrant flowers Refused to fade Staying true to when Memories were made Where the here and now Was the now and then Where… Read More Time Stands Still
The older man has wisdom The younger man does not The younger man remembers What the older man’s forgot The older woman has experience The younger woman hasn’t learned The younger woman protects What the older woman’s earned Though we once were young We will all be old So, extend your hand And accept a… Read More Of Life Foretold
We all have a placeOn our great blue earthYou, me, and the beesWe all have worthWhether planting,GatheringOr admiring it allWe all have a placeLarge or smallOn our great blue earthWe matter, all
One of the most important tasks We all must do Is pulling weeds That have encroached Into our beautiful places Before they strangle out The peace, the hope, the dreams We gently planted So many moons ago
She has a way about her Hot-tempered She boils and stirs The air Until heavy and thick Weighted In the intensity We bow Resigned to knowing Mere flowers, we are Dried between August’s pages An homage to her When the calendar reflects The depths of wintertime
Jessica M. Collette 
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