For all, there is a purpose Change is necessary Better days are coming It’s a cozy home for fairies A food source for bees A tranquil place of rest Where thoughts are cultivated Sown and confessed Blooming into flowers If just for their season With seeds to dry and keep ‘til the next go around
She floats on the breeze Without a care On pristine wings With stories to share About all the scents And petals she’s seen A rainbow of colors Created in dreams Where endless fields Alive with wildflowers Glisten in the sun After a soft rain shower She has much to tell By the flutter of her… Read More Imagination Blossoms
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
I saw a piece of paper Flat and uninspired I folded it with creases Until my fingers tired I shaped it I named it I kissed it goodbye In my imagination I watched it fly
A waxing crescent moon Hung in the sky last night A sliver of radiance Mysterious and bright At first glance, it appeared Sharp and severe Able to pierce the dark With pointed spears But I imagined two eyes Playfully placed And soon came to life A celestial face Who smiled down on me From the… Read More Crescent Moon
The spirits come The spirits go You may just see Their ghostly glow As one of the living Who dare to see Beyond the veil Where the spirits be Laughing and dancing On the spectral stage Time doesn’t exist Nor does age From there to here They’ll visit often Their life before Not to… Read More Spirits
Down the woodland path Wild and free Are new discoveries And wonders to see Centennial trees Growing tall and wise Will tell dreamy tales About life in the sky On tippy-toes listen To their echoing words That shake their leaves And rustle sleepy birds Awake in mossy nests They’ll sing a song A song… Read More Wild and Free
Rumor has it, Henrietta Hedgehog Hides amongst the flowers Until she comes to life each night With seemingly magical powers ~ Some say they have seen her While others have only listened To the pitter-patter of little feet That are loud and then sound distant ~ They’ve also reported noises In the middle of the… Read More Henrietta Hedgehog
Alive in the garden Are fairies dressed as wheat You can see them sway and dance In the midday summer heat ~ Thanking the sun For the warmth of her rays The wheat fairies rejoice In mysterious ways ~ Only noticed by a few Inquisitive human eyes It’s their sheath of camouflage Where they covertly… Read More Wheat Fairies
“Herman, cut your hair!” Echoed through the grove If he’d heard it once or 1,000 times Herman surely did not know ~ He rather liked the way his hair fell Conveniently obscuring his face From his overbearing mother Whose branches crowded his space ~ Yet each time the wind blew Herman let down his hair… Read More Herman
Jessica M. Collette 
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