To the Arms of Morning
Bathed in silence Tucked in a bed of peace Caught while falling asleep Carried in dreams To the arms of morning
Tag: life
Free for the Giving and Taking
Not many things in life are free But some that are always will be: A kiss from a dog who thinks your neat A lick from a spoon when baking sweets Reminiscing with friends about the past Savoring each bite to make it last Admiring foliage on an autumn walk Listening when someone needs to… Read More Free for the Giving and Taking
Rhetorical
I often wonder How and why But I never answer I don’t even try You see, life’s rhetorical With many questions asked But don’t expect Any answers back So, go ahead Ask away Just don’t wait long To go or stay It’s your life Live life your way
In Heaven
“It’s Heaven, I see In all its beauty. One day you’ll come And join me.” And though they couldn’t hear Her whispers in their ears Colors from the setting sun Served as reminders; A place more glorious Than mortal eyes have known Awaits for us As our eternal home Awaits for us In Heaven
Cloaked in the Shadows
One sunny day It returned to me By way of the shadows A distant memory It crept along Where the bright light shone Walking the line It had long since known Crossing-over Between light and dark Leaving in its path A trail of sparks Illuminating What once had been Cloaked in the shadows Of now… Read More Cloaked in the Shadows
Time Stands Still
Show me a place Where time stands still Where the summer breeze Evades winter’s chill Where our eyes could see Crystal clear With no worries given Whether far or near Where the vibrant flowers Refused to fade Staying true to when Memories were made Where the here and now Was the now and then Where… Read More Time Stands Still
Of Life Foretold
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
You, Me, and the Bees
We all have a placeOn our great blue earthYou, me, and the beesWe all have worthWhether planting,GatheringOr admiring it allWe all have a placeLarge or smallOn our great blue earthWe matter, all
Pulling Weeds
One of the most important tasks We all must do Is pulling weeds That have encroached Into our beautiful places Before they strangle out The peace, the hope, the dreams We gently planted So many moons ago
August’s Pages
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
Jessica M. Collette 
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