She has a way about her Hot-tempered She boils and stirs The air Until heavy and thick Weighted In the intensity We bow Resigned to knowing Mere flowers, we are Dried between August’s pages An homage to her When the calendar reflects The depths of wintertime
If you haven’t heard There’s a new song It’s a song of inclusion Where all belong Where all blossom Beautiful and bright In response to the rain With respect to the light It’s sung by birds Percussion by bees Backing vocals By whispering breeze It’s playing on repeat If you care to hear But don’t… Read More Spring Sings
No one likes An empty flower box Because without the flowers It’s just a box Sad and lonely In need of friends Flowery ones From end to end To make it happy To help it be A merrier version Of the box once seen As flowerless Now a colorful scene
Don’t pick the flowers Just let them be A pretty gathering For all to see Let them paint a picture Upon a hill With petal brushes With determined wills To stay lovely To stand strong Through wind and storm They’ll carry on Destined to be Something beautiful For you and me
She liked to lay in fields Where flowers grew wild Where imagination bloomed Like it did as a child Whimsical Fantastical Vibrant Free Just as she wished Life would be
Does the Honey bee know: The strength of its wings, The pain it can inflict With just one sting, All the important things That its humble work brings? *** I’m really not sure What the Honey bee knows But I know what he does Though I don’t know what he knows So, for this, I… Read More Honey Bee
Do you see the landscape Desolate with snow, Or do you see the landscape With an ethereal glow? Though the ground is frozen Growth has begun Spring flowers are born Of snow and sun
The rose blooms Because it must Rise up From the dust So, we may see Something beautiful So, we may know What is lovely
Even the bees Are moving slower today In the hot, heavy air They slumber and stay Tucked inside A field of pastel petals Where the shade lives Their restless wings settle The flowers are still Their buzzing stops Water from the hose On the flowers drops Waking sleepy bees As they dream Of feeding royal… Read More Royal Jelly
I remember when pulling petals Decided fate If love would blossom At a future date Or if the last petal Would decide Love’s not to be Between him and I And if the final answer Didn’t fit I’d pull more petals I would not quit To find the answer That I sought “He loves me,… Read More Pulling Petals
Jessica M. Collette 
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