A Song of Hope
Spring sings A song of hope That in the beginning The Composer wrote With notes of wonder Bars of love Percussion from Raindrops above Backing vocals From feathered friends A masterpiece Beginning to end
Category: Written Thoughts
Dangling Threads
Protect yourself There are cold days ahead Days when we’ll spiral Like dangling threads From the winter hats That once kept us warm And dry from the snow Storm after storm Despite loose ends All is not lost With well-placed knots Tied and crisscrossed We’ll face the wind Snow and sleet Weathered Whole and complete
Synchronize
NOISE It’s getting louder INVASIVE Hard to tune out It breaks through the silence UNINVITED It shouts About tragedies Social, economic Hopelessness, doubt In response Can’t we fill the AIRWAVES With the sound Of our beating hearts In hopes that they will Someday SYNCHRONIZE As one
Unbreakable
We carry our life And all of its parts Accumulating From the very start Heavy, massive Unexpected truths That bend us Test us Name us UNBREAKABLE That teach us Grow us Expose us As more magnificent Than we ever thought We could be
Thanks
As gracious as November is It gives and gives and gives and gives Thanks
Skies of Blue
Keep your eyes on Skies of Blue Where peace reigns And dreams come true Where troubles float On clouds of fair weather Away, away, away They’ll go together As day turns to evening Stars shine through Glimmers of hope in Skies of Blue
The Day
The day ended As it began With Sun and Dark Shaking hands Agreeing Now and then To do it all Over again
Mountains
Inevitably, there will be mountains Majestic, mysterious, immovable things With so many lessons With them, they’ll bring Valleys and peaks Highs and lows To a myriad of places On those mountains, we’ll go Up to the peak On top of it all But the air is thin And it’s a long way to fall Down… Read More Mountains
Figments
Forgotten moments What will they become When the book closes When all is said and done Erased by time Lost in space As unrecognizable As a stranger’s face Figments Of what once was Will someday become Moments forgotten
Weight of July
Even the plants wilt Under the weight Of July Yet still they grow Yet still they try To reach the sun To touch the sky
Jessica M. Collette 
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