No Soliciting
The rain tap, tap, taps “Is anybody home?” Dampening the sign Securely taped to the door No Soliciting It brazenly ignores
Tag: Poem
Chill
Cornstalk scarecrows Guard pumpkin patches We get scared at the sound Of screeching door latches That seemingly move By themselves on the barn Where ghosts made from sheets Hang from frayed yarn They spin in the wind Disturbing the night Our eyes grow large At the spooky sight We check what we’re seeing Blinking twice… Read More Chill
September Day
We watch summer Fadeaway Little by little Each September day As the cool air Filters in Before our eyes Fall begins
Pluck
If we could Pluck hurt feelings Like weeds from a garden And fill those tender spots With what will one day bloom What a beautiful soul We would be
Harvest Moon
The Harvest Moon’s Warm white glow Illuminates The hills below Where meadows roll Under Jasmine flowers Whose perfume inspires And empowers The stargazers The moon bathers The stillness shakers The dream chasers The wonder seekers Who refuse to give up Choosing instead To simply look up
Cutest Pumpkin
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
Worth
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
Give
Give what you can To your fellow man Your love Your patience Your time Your last $ So, your life gives them A reason to smile
Sit and Spin
They say our fates Are written in the stars Yet the world on which We sit and spin Still turns Though our thoughts May wander
My Favorite Tree
My favorite tree Has been dropping her leaves It’s as if she too Feels the rampant unease So much unrest To hear and see Wildfires, floods Viral disease Still, she digs deep Deep into the ground Until what was lost Is once again found In the air, the dirt The churning sea A new leaf… Read More My Favorite Tree
Jessica M. Collette 
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