Never Meant to Be Still
The sceneTo look, to find, to rewindThe movieTo view, to feel, to replayThe reelTo scan, to spy, to realizeThe photoOnce moving, breathing, flyingWas never meant to beStill
Tag: nature poem
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
Three Sisters in a Garden
Did you know corn, beans, and squash are called the “Three Sisters”? This cute poem is about the beneficial gardening technique known as the Three Sisters.… Read More Three Sisters in a Garden
Season of the Squirrel
“We’re nutty for nuts If you haven’t heard Or seen our antics It’s not about the birds It’s the Season of the Squirrel And we’re not going anywhere We’re busy gathering And we’re not about to share The acorns are falling And it’s first-come, first-served So, if you happen to be driving Please don’t forget… Read More Season of the Squirrel
A Mockingbird Mocking
When even the crickets Have retired for the night When the stars start to fade Into morning twilight A song of sorrow, a song of glee Dances lightly, fancy-free A soundtrack for dreamers A tune for insomniacs A greeting for the morning As daybreak starts to crack A proverbial promise The new day will bring… Read More A Mockingbird Mocking
Buzzy Bee
“With so many flowers, How’s a bee to choose? With so many choices There’s no way to lose. Pink, yellow, white, and blue Trumpet, cup, and bell-shaped, too! They keep me busy But you know what they say When you love what you do You don’t work a day! When you love what you do… Read More Buzzy Bee
Rocked to Sleep
Wind is blowin’ Blowin’ tonight Is it waving a white flag Or ready to fight Thunder, Lightning March in by Wind’s side Wreaking havoc There’s no place to hide Flashin’, crashin’ Wind whistles a tune A haunting melody That hypnotizes Moon To be rocked to sleep In the cold arms of Winter
Rebels at Heart
The hummingbirds Are fighting Flying, chirping Chasing, delighting In the large fragrant blooms They flutter, zoom Around, on, and back again. Unbothered that these flowers By name, are not for them As they grow on the beautiful Butterfly Bush. Yet, still these little birds Rebels at Heart Are always in a rush To do their… Read More Rebels at Heart
Blue Sky
I saw two geese Going as the crow flies From ground to sky We somehow locked eyes I knew their intention They understood my why They didn’t envy me But I wished that I could fly Carefree Into blue sky
By Mother and Men
Birds are fed by Mother and men… Read More By Mother and Men
Jessica M. Collette 
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