A reflection pool Of April showers Collects in our hands Part yours, part ours Yet, it’s hard to hold As time, as gravity Naturally slips From fingertips Drop by drop Gone but not forgotten As each, as every drop Nourishes, encourages The budding of May flowers
A sweet short story about a girl, a tree, and the cycle of life.… Read More Miss Tree
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
The older man has wisdom The younger man does not The younger man remembers What the older man’s forgot The older woman has experience The younger woman hasn’t learned The younger woman protects What the older woman’s earned Though we once were young We will all be old So, extend your hand And accept a… Read More Of Life Foretold
The old-growth pines Are slowly letting go Brittle needles fall Orange-tinged below Where pinecones sprout Evergreen The wind’s a mix Of pine and gasoline A chainsaw hums In the distance
Our Mother Earth waits To caress our calloused hands All return to her
Jessica M. Collette 
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