BURIED Where history speaks Of misery For the untimely deceased For the young and old Who lost their lives: To famine; disease; Hysteria; witch trials; Their fate On headstones marked By date and type Of earthly fraught From a troubling time In our history books Remembered by Monuments and tourist nooks In Salem Secrets, truth… Read More BURIED
Many miles seen and traveled Across rolling hills and fields Cutting through chasms and rock Forming mud and mossy yields. Flowing under rustic covered bridges Past bustling freeways; country roads Where ducks search for dinner Hunting plump, chirping spring toads. Camouflaged by weeds and water Webbed feet, swimming with fishes In the depths of deep… Read More Downstream
I watch you You don’t see me On this fine day By the sea Crashing waves White spray wetting the air Distracting; Enticing Mesmerized, you remain unaware Of me on the rock My chosen resting place Where I watch the show Against overcast airspace Of a curious man And his camera too Focused on the… Read More Of Gull and Guy
Cold, bare; the view frigid The icy landscape; stark, unfair. Unhappy tree roots, pulled out Of the harsh frozen ground As sparse leaves hang on, Stubborn, refusing to drop down. Across the slick frozen surface Flowing water – solidified and white Stands a sad, bare forest; Mixed with lush evergreen pines. Just as all things… Read More The Promise of a New Day
Dear Old Man Winter, I’m preparing for your arrival. Just wondering when that will be? I’m sorry if that’s rude of me to ask, but you see, some of your belongings have already arrived at my doorstep. At the moment, they are sparse and quite manageable, but as more show up, I can tell they… Read More Dear Old Man Winter
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
Are you the kind of person to see more than the tangible nature of normal, everyday things? I’ll start out by admitting right away – I am! From things that go bump in the night, to a fluttering butterfly that saunters by and seems to linger near my shoulder just a little too long, I… Read More More than a Flash in the Pan
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
Jessica M. Collette 
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