Hues of Blue
A canopy of blue above Countless waves of blue below Reflected in my eyes A place they used to know Where thoughts are lost But soon are found In endless hues of blue Bringing me back Pulling me in To memories of you
Category: Poetry
The World Rushed By
The world rushed by House, tree, bird From the open window Classic rock stirred Adventure Into the warm summer air The sweet scent of lilacs Brushed their hair At the bark of a dog The engine roared The tires spun faster On the vintage Ford The world rushed by House, tree, bird Their smiles said… Read More The World Rushed By
Sashays
Refreshing is The subtle breeze That sashays in With grace and ease To fill our souls With gladness
Heatwave
During a heatwave Remember the rain Remember the darkness When no light remained Remember our longing For a brighter day For the sun’s return We hoped and prayed During a heatwave Remember rainy days The rain we once cursed We wish for today
Eternally
There’s a time to stay A time to go We spend our lives Longing to know Where we’re going Whom we should be But none will know Until they no longer see Speak or hear Hellos and goodbyes Finding peace Eternally Behind closed eyes
Of Sand And Sea
The repeating cycle Of sand and sea Under golden sun Calls to me, “You must return To our sandy beaches Where nature’s law Calmly teaches Strength, tenacity And perseverance To all those willing To see and hear it. In the waves In the wind In the whispering sand Are secrets to learn And understand.”
Two Nuisances
The Mayflies disrupt The sleeping dog As the sun parts The stubborn fog Two nuisances aside No better day We’ll ever find
Tissue Paper Wings
A butterfly passed Between cars today Evading traffic Not long to stay Happy and yellow She fluttered above The line of metal Cars desperate to get From here to there All too unaware Of the beauty In the sky With a wistful “Hello,” And a cordial “Goodbye,” On tissue paper wings She flies
The Compassionate Gardener
The compassionate gardener Leaves no plants behind Instead, they relocate When there’s a change in design They diligently dig Each plant from the dirt And carefully inspect To make sure none are hurt They gently hold them They whisper good cheer They reassure each plant Their new home is near “It’s just over there Where… Read More The Compassionate Gardener
Behind That Umbrella
Under an umbrella Feet can still get wet From puddles that haven’t Evaporated yet So, step wisely Hold your head up high Behind that umbrella Is a clearing sky Behind that umbrella The sun’s about to shine
Jessica M. Collette 
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