Ponder
Though we ponder The paths we’ve known To where they’ll lead We’ve not been shown Still, we trust Through our clouded vision That we’ll see clearly In the end Still, we ponder From now ‘til then
Category: Poetry
Come of Age
She found a letter Tucked away in a box Stored in the attic With a heart-shaped lock Its beautiful penmanship Swirled and danced Around emotion And circumstance It told of a love story At the time couldn’t be Only shared in a letter For their eyes to see Then kept locked away For so many… Read More Come of Age
Paper Airplane
Refold that crease We’re almost there Send the paper airplane Through the air On yellowed wings Stained by tears and sweat We say goodbye Without regret We watch it spiral Into the bin As we patiently wait To begin again With another paper Blank, clean, and new We fold fresh wings That will carry us… Read More Paper Airplane
A Feather Fell from Heaven
A feather fell from heaven To wipe away my tears To ease anxiety To brush away my fears. I held it in my hands I dipped the quill in ink I watched as words appeared Before I could even think. My thoughts, or yours? A mixture of the two Left the feather pen Through me,… Read More A Feather Fell from Heaven
Critters Too, Love Christmas
We’re not the only ones Who love the holidays Critters too, love Christmas In many special ways Squirrels snack on gingersnaps To celebrate the day When their bellies are full Together they all play Bunnies search the field For the elusive Man of Snow Standing tall on bunny feet They kiss the Snowman’s nose Horses… Read More Critters Too, Love Christmas
Cheers to the Holidays
Holiday cheer Cheers to the holidays We raise our glasses Our glasses we raise Wishing hope, peace, and love Holiday cheer For the upcoming days And the incoming year
Gift of Life
Don’t you think it would be nice If life could be: Wrapped up, Made pretty, Topped-off with a fancy bow? Though that probably won’t happen In your life or mine Life is still the greatest gift Any of us will ever find To unwrap To tear through To savor The gift of life Inside
Irish Sweater
It is warmly made Of intricate threads Connecting the past With the future ahead Woven by hand Finished with heart A textile relic A proud work of art Its Celtic knots Are proudly worn Even when its threads Are old and torn The sweater strong As the wearer stubborn
A Calculated Guess
The snow is coming Or so they say, “Maybe tomorrow, Or another day.” A calculated guess Is as good as it gets When the meteorologist says, “You may just get wet!” Sun, rain, or snow “There’s a chance of black ice!” A little more certainty Sure would be nice But unpredictability Is what New Englanders… Read More A Calculated Guess
Mind and Body
At the end of the street Where it turns to gravel I walk on As my mind too travels Down different paths Some old, some new Some fantastic Some simply true As the gravel rolls Under my feet I know I’m back At the end of the street Mind and body Lighter than before
Jessica M. Collette 
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