Middle Week
The day is Dappled gray Insignificant In every way It hangs on Middle week Neither plateau Nor peak A steppingstone To tread lightly Upon our journey Home
Category: Poetry
Spring’s Breakthrough
Tree buds red and plump Reach for skies clear and blue At last spring’s breakthrough
Maybe Today
Maybe today You’ll make plans for tomorrow Maybe today You’ll find healing for sorrow Maybe today You’ll live in the moment … Sing a new song … Breathe a deep breath … Appreciate the little things … Live without regret Maybe today You’ll live life your way Maybe, just maybe
A Brittle Shamrock
If I had to chooseBetween gold coinsOr a brittle shamrockFlat and driedBetween the pages of a bookStained with saltwaterShed tears and rogue wavesPressed by luckAnd pride of Celtic nameI’d choose that shamrockGently picked byGreat-Grandmother’s handsA link between usA link between lands
Bird’s Eye View
If we had a bird’s eye view Would we ever leave our nests To walk amongst the chaos When we could fly above the mess
Eternal
A call to spring A call to better things Where newness blooms From dust and gloom Taking root To grow eternal
How to Fly
It unraveled all at once Picked up by the wind Soon it’d be impossible To ever reel it in It had a taste of freedom Up there in the sky It danced with the clouds It now knew how to fly
Last Light
A little more color Seeps into the dark Orange and pink Swirling ribbon marks Stretch across the sky Between day and night Between sun and moon Glorious last light For but a moment Holding off the night
Secrets of Time
How would we measure time Without the hands of a clock? We’d watch the sunrise Rise high in the sky We’d watch the sun dip Dip into the night We’d see the stars twinkle Twinkle seconds away Around the full moon Moon on full display We’d feel eyes grow heavy Heavy with sleep We’d see… Read More Secrets of Time
Jessica M. Collette 
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