In a reflection What do you see? Is that the future or past Staring back at me? Secrets… It does surely hold; Of unknown stories Not yet told. Study the details; Are they really the same? Or does the reflection Answer to a different name? Now viewed together Another image you’ll see. Each looks like… Read More Reflection
One alone and we remain aloof; Together, a symphony of taps on the roof. Respecting a conductor, we do not see, Drops fall from clouds, finally free. Watering our plants and our thirsty mouths too; Liquid life, doing what nothing else can do. Making things plump, green and lush; Forming puddles and streams; a natural flush. Find… Read More RAIN – so much more than a drop
Bright, radiating and buxom; dynamic rays aim down. Vibrant, azure and expansive; an expertly painted backdrop. Fluffy, white and scattered; performing a whimsical dance. Vast, chilled and merciless; never-ending, crashing below. Rigid, harsh and constructed; laboring strength to display the next. Designed, forged and formed; enticingly intricate scrollwork. Natural, sketched and reflected;… Read More A Deconstructed Photo
Birds of a feather, Always flock together. Then there’s the different; The unique. Natures design, Tweaked and refined; Turning something common, Expected; Into one, Authentically sublime. A mix of familiar; New. Brown and white feathers mix; An original hue. Like all rare sights, Our privilege is fleeting. To the air, in a rush; Wings flap;… Read More Birds of a Feather…
Yes, it is that time of year again. My fellow New Englanders know exactly what I’m talking about. Fall has arrived. There is a crispness in the air that had been missing for the past humid summer months. With the periodic chill felt in the swirling wind, leaves spiral to the ground from the upper… Read More Once a year – fall is here
It’s amazing the transformation that can happen in a little more than a decade. When we moved to our current house 13 years ago, the suburban yard displayed a wide array of mature trees, but little else was visible around the acre landscape. What did plentifully exist, was a wide expanse of grass. Oddly absent… Read More Once again, the birds sing
Newly fallen snow coats the ground below in crisp white. As its surface breaks beneath the weight of each step, a crushing auditory complaint shatters the silence. Breaths release into the frigid air, revealing their hidden form as plumes of smoke that quickly disperse into the clear of night. A glowing moon reflects off… Read More A WINTER JOURNEY
A stone laying dedication ceremony for deceased children is an event at which my naive self never imagined I would attend. Yet, unknown twists and turns we all navigate through our lives became manifest, and following life’s winding path, it had led to this exact place on an early autumn Sunday. The typically clear, crisp… Read More Nature Also Grieved
Jessica M. Collette 
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