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
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
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
Birds are fed by Mother and men… Read More By Mother and Men
At the water’s edge Hidden in the reeds A heron stood Ready to feed Barely noticeable Blended and still Waiting With power and will For passersby Both fish and I To swim and walk With blinded eyes To meet our fates At the water’s edge My path curved right As the heron fed On ill-fated… Read More The Heron
Watered from above And showered with love This is how a garden grows
It’s right about now When dandelions appear With bright yellow flowers Blossoming far and near Though they’ve been called Nothing more than weeds They are so much more So much more, indeed The bees and butterflies Find them, “Oh, so pretty!” They’ll grow anywhere Whether country or city They add much-needed interest To a lawn… Read More Happy Little Flowers
A flock of robins Darted here and there Their controlled chaos In trees, in air Swirling and spiraling Grey, blue and red Chirping and peeping Was heard overhead Where juniper berries Hung heavy on trees The robins feasted In the late fall breeze One after the other They had their fill Whoosh All was calm… Read More Whoosh
Though the garden shows signs Of slowing down Between the drooping leaves There’s color in the brown A few red tomatoes Waiting to be picked A green cucumber Dangling from a stick But the prize right now Sitting pretty on the ground Is the cutest pumpkin Just waiting to be found Sweet, petite, and orange… Read More Cutest Pumpkin
With good intentions I give you a home Within this land Where you may grow Dig deep And flourish Upon this earth It is my hope The future Knows your worth As I gently tuck you In the dirt
Jessica M. Collette 
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