Caress
Our Mother Earth waits To caress our calloused hands All return to her
Tag: Poem
Glimpse
When day goes black Eyes look to the sky To dream and wonder About where and why To remember how small Problems can be When into the vastness Our gaze lets us see Just far enough A glimpse at best To keep us guessing About all the rest
Remains of a Snowman
Remains of a snowman Are sad to see Just a dirty pile Of leaves and debris He has no button eyes And no carrot nose In a gust of wind Away his scarf blows Remains of a snowman Are sad to see He’s now just a spot For the dogs to pee
Light Bulb Moments
We wish for life To be clear and bright When the answer we’re seeking Turns on like a light Illuminating: A dream we’ve been given A path to follow The time for decision We wish in life For clarity of vision Light bulb moments In choices, we’re given
Seashell Crumbs
Seashell crumbs Showed us the way Down the beach A late summer day To a scavenger hunt Through tangled seaweed Where a seagull swooped in And started to feed On a soggy French fry That floated by The tide quickly switched From low to high We found treasure Under the setting sun Our pockets grew… Read More Seashell Crumbs
Salty Water
Ocean is calling To sons and daughters It’s time to return To salty water Where toes are warmed In sun-drenched sand And castles are built By creative hands Cleansed and cooled By the rising tide Where schools of fishes Gather, swim, and hide From sons and daughters Who’ve come to play In the salty water… Read More Salty Water
Raindrops and Tears
The day is sober The cloud cover is low The beautiful sun Today will not show Its welcoming face To the people of earth Unaware of its power Unaware of its worth It hides behind skies Thickened and white This overcast day Feels as dark as night When new hope In the gloominess appears… Read More Raindrops and Tears
Deepest of Roots
Sometimes fate Is hard to bear When life grows heavy And seems unfair But roots run deep When left to grow Hidden anchors Hard at work below Sending nutrients From the ground Up to the branches Where fruit abounds The branches bend Under the weight Fruit is picked The tree fulfills its fate Feeding the… Read More Deepest of Roots
School Bus
Big, yellow, and loud It rumbles by A busload of kids Along for the ride Inside is louder Than the clunky machine With chatter of children And bullies being mean Leftovers from lunch Are flung through the air As the bus driver yells Billy pulls Jenny’s hair Backpacks are searched Love notes are passed Liz… Read More School Bus
Hallowed Ground
It began unnoticed A speck unseen And grew much larger Wider and green Obvious patches Had soon overgrown Draped as cloaks On stone after stone Until the sunlight Came shining down To burn away Nature’s burial shrouds On the souls asleep In Hallowed Ground
Jessica M. Collette 
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