Stained Glass Leaves
Sun, low and bright Peeks through the trees A glimpse into autumn Through stained glass leaves
Tag: Autumn
Touch of Color
Autumn’s anointed A few chosen ones With a touch of color On her favorite sons On her dearest daughters She’s honored them, too With the rarest of tones With the richest of hues With their touch of color They honor Her, too Standing tall in late summer Against the sky so blue
Shadow and Light
Shadow and Light Can be tricky things And with them both Nuance they bring Depth appears shallow Highlights become low Colors seem muted Day fades, Dusk glows Morphing between Moody and bright Night and day Shadow and Light
Guardians of the Land
Spooky Season Poem… Read More Guardians of the Land
The Magic of Nuance
October’s Blessings Yellow, orange, red Will rain down upon us In the days ahead Gentle reminders The more things change The more they stay the same But, through the magic of nuance The promise of new remains
The Moment
Oh, to be as free As the leaves On the autumn breeze To float To drift To fly with ease Colorful Confident Calm and carefree Fully present In the beauty of The moment
Echo of Crows
Echo of crows Shatters the air Who they bother They do not care They’re on the hunt For pumpkin seeds From Jack O’ Lanterns Thrown in the weeds October’s rejects Broken and rotten Are pillaged by crows Before forgotten Sunken into The earth below Eulogized by Echo of crows
November’s Path
November’s path Has twists and turns With wisdom held For us to learn In the fallen leaves From the naked trees Do we dare to be As brave as thee Who have lived and lost And lived again Season after season
Autumn Eyes
It was as if the sun Reached down With her glorious rays And blessed them all This October day Transforming the trees With a golden glow A magical glimmer Together they shimmer For all who have Autumn eyes To see
The Season of Gathering
The season of gathering Has begun Squirrels collect acorns One by one Leaves drift Alone to the ground One by one Until they are found Coyotes howl From separate hills One by One They grow quiet and still As thoughts swirl In our busy heads One by one We dream instead Of all that we’ll… Read More The Season of Gathering
Jessica M. Collette 
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