The sky is abuzz With sounds of spring While readying their nests Songbirds sing The flowers are abuzz With sounds of spring Black and yellow flashes Bumblebee wings The trees are abuzz With sounds of spring This way and that Squirrels frolicking A soul is abuzz With sounds of spring Somewhere in the distance A… Read More Abuzz
Sunny happiness Cheerful warmth Poetic majesty Sophisticated whimsy An air of royalty Comfort, hope, vitality Your crown of spring Worn joyously Dear Daffodil We thank you For your goodness and grace
The magnolia tree is wearing Her festive party blooms The pear tree is planning On producing her pears soon The songbirds are staying busy Finding grass and twigs for nests The bunnies are hop, hop, hopping When, oh when, will those bunnies rest? Not until the party’s over Not before the season’s done The celebration’s… Read More Spring Fling
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The season of gathering Has begun Squirrels collect acorns One by one Leaves drift Alone to the ground One by one Until they are found Coyotes howl From separate hills One by One They grow quiet and still As thoughts swirl In our busy heads One by one We dream instead Of all that we’ll… Read More The Season of Gathering
What can we learn From the wind, the rain? Our troubles are transient As is our pain What can we learn From the moon, the sun? When one day has ended A new day’s begun What can we learn From the changing seasons We all have a place, A time and a reason
A tale of sun And summer days Where bees work And rabbits play In butterfly gardens Under skies of blue Where migrant birds Are just passing through En route to find More days of sun In a far-off land Where summer’s just begun
Yellow petals Delicate and strong Remind us all That we, too, belong Through our uniqueness Our fragility Our seasons of change In the Garden of Life We’re all beautifully Arranged
Where the sunflowers grow Tall and strong And roosting birds Serenade in song From the giant Sycamore On the riverbank Under which I give my thanks With a sense of belonging And gratitude Knowing in my stillness And solitude I am one Soul, sight, and sound With all of the beautiful things
What’s underneath The blanket of leaves You may get a glimpse When the autumn breeze Swiftly blows Brushing some aside Revealing hidden places Where the critters hide In beds freshly made Of moss, nuts, and seeds The first for warmth The second two for feed The critters gather Arrange and prepare A winter resting place… Read More Beneath the Leaves
Jessica M. Collette 
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