The sun sits A little higher in the sky As fair-weather clouds Meander by Birds have traded Their drab winter colors For vibrant feathers To wear for the summer As their songs fill The fresh atmosphere They announce to all Springtime is here Arriving with their melody Hope, too returns For brighter days… Read More Springtime
A timeless symbol Formed in ancient rock Speaks in a language Modern time cannot Stripped of circumstance Raw and bare Mother Earth gives us Her heart to share
Our character is made By the elements of change Who we once were To be never the same Battle wounds And scars we wear The personal stories Are only ours to share Life lessons Learned over time Can help someone else Who struggles to find Their true character That’s still being formed By the elements… Read More Carved
A balloon wanders Waiting for a flame To give it new direction A change from where it came What once drifted aimlessly Unsure of where to fly With heat, rises purposefully Across the morning sky This scene of serenity Admired from below Reminds us the simple things Put on the greatest show
In a rush Storm drove through Tearing up the landscape As her minion, Wind, blew; In a rush Storm came around Saturating the scenery As her minion, Rain, drowned; In a rush Storm roared and churned Knocking down powerlines As her minion, Darkness, returned; In a rush Storm pulled away Down a path of destruction… Read More In a Rush
A solo bird Calls into the air Will another answer Or does no one care; Is his call A welcome greeting Or a dire warning He keeps repeating; From the branch Of his spindly tree He claws the bark And flaps furiously; As another dark bird Flies too close Solo bird maneuvers And loudly croaks;… Read More Solo Bird
You may be tasty Sweet with juice Or is there a reason Even the birds find an excuse; Not to pluck you from The barren tree They dare not taste The essence of thee; Because of these things I’ll leave you be To decorate The stark scenery; Never to know If you’re sweet or sour… Read More Sweet or Sour
In the peace and quiet Where the tall pines grow There is a man Who stands alone; Casting his line Time after time Not in search of fish Just a way to unwind; As the water swirls Up to his waist With each cast His worries erase; Washed by the water He reels in a… Read More Fisherman
Picked from the dirt Right where they grow Arranged in a vase On long stems for show; Petals plucked And counted one by one Blooms pressed between pages Or neatly hung; As keepsakes dried With memories, inside A flower left alone Will beautify outside; Decorating the land And pleasing the eye Scenting the air From… Read More Flowers
When the peepers start to sing Announcing another winter’s end You’ll know just where to find him As the first signs of spring begin; Carried on the wind Nature’s chorus lures him back To his favorite place of all To work or just relax; Where crickets charmingly chirp And fishes lazily swim As he gazes… Read More Perfect Day
Jessica M. Collette 
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