A reflection pool Of April showers Collects in our hands Part yours, part ours Yet, it’s hard to hold As time, as gravity Naturally slips From fingertips Drop by drop Gone but not forgotten As each, as every drop Nourishes, encourages The budding of May flowers
Sun nudges us From Winter’s sleep. “Wake up, Wake up. Stop counting sheep. Open your eyes, Dears, Breathe in deep, Feel Spring’s kisses Soft and sweet! They’re pastel promises Sealed upon your cheeks Of gentler days, Loves, Soon to come.”
Some things exist That we can’t explain Try as we may Questions remain Curiosity, wonder Answers to chase An undiscovered pattern We cannot trace With our eyes Our fingers Our inquisitive minds Yet, some mysteries Are not humankind’s To have To hold Nor to define Till death do us part
Spring sings A song of hope That in the beginning The Composer wrote With notes of wonder Bars of love Percussion from Raindrops above Backing vocals From feathered friends A masterpiece Beginning to end
Protect yourself There are cold days ahead Days when we’ll spiral Like dangling threads From the winter hats That once kept us warm And dry from the snow Storm after storm Despite loose ends All is not lost With well-placed knots Tied and crisscrossed We’ll face the wind Snow and sleet Weathered Whole and complete
We carry our life And all of its parts Accumulating From the very start Heavy, massive Unexpected truths That bend us Test us Name us UNBREAKABLE That teach us Grow us Expose us As more magnificent Than we ever thought We could be
Wind is blowin’ Blowin’ tonight Is it waving a white flag Or ready to fight Thunder, Lightning March in by Wind’s side Wreaking havoc There’s no place to hide Flashin’, crashin’ Wind whistles a tune A haunting melody That hypnotizes Moon To be rocked to sleep In the cold arms of Winter
In the depths of the forest Where no humans go Lives a glorious tree With much love to show Red berry garland A tree skirt of moss Mushroom ornaments A birch star, crisscrossed Dried grass tinsel Wildflower potpourri Illuminated by moonlight Ethereal, carefree But it’s not for humans To see or enjoy It’s hidden from… Read More A Glorious Tree
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A thought found me On a November eve Past the creaking tree And the rustling leaves On the creeping fog It traveled with ease A thoughtful thought It said, “Thank you,” and “Please.” Illuminated directions From Harvest Moon above Ensured it found me Like a peaceful dove Who after long travels Had finally come home… Read More A Thoughtful Thought
Jessica M. Collette 
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