A Witness
As goes the wind and rain The sun-soaked day So goes time It does not stay It’s on its way To be a witness To all of our tomorrows
Tag: Poem
ONE
One breath at a time One moment to share One unselfish act One genuine prayer One day at a time One dollar to spend One dream to achieve One nightmare to end One morning to wake One day to forgive One year to change One life to live Though we label our years With numbers… Read More ONE
He’s Santa Claus
His red coat is tattered His boot soles have holes He isn’t feeling very merry He’s coming down with a cold He’s getting on in years He’s 1,752, to be exact He’s weathered and worn His sleigh is packed His night is overbooked His reindeer are fussy He hasn’t checked his list His sinuses are… Read More He’s Santa Claus
A Holiday Recipe
Start with kindness Add some love Bake with patience Repeat the above Taste for quality Wrap with care Tie a festive bow And choose to share Charity, grace And holiday cheer With enough to last Into the New Year
Sweet Journey
Milk chocolate Kisses White chocolate Hugs Peanut butter cups Hot cocoa in mugs Wrapped in foils Kept in festive tins The choice is yours Where your Sweet journey Begins
Winter Birds
Pinecones Peanut butter and seed This is how Winter birds like to feed Pecking and fluttering Together they sing A song of thanks For the goodness we bring Pinecones Peanut butter and seed For you, our feathered friends We do this good deed
The Heron
At the water’s edge Hidden in the reeds A heron stood Ready to feed Barely noticeable Blended and still Waiting With power and will For passersby Both fish and I To swim and walk With blinded eyes To meet our fates At the water’s edge My path curved right As the heron fed On ill-fated… Read More The Heron
Echo of Crows
Echo of crows Shatters the air Who they bother They do not care They’re on the hunt For pumpkin seeds From Jack O’ Lanterns Thrown in the weeds October’s rejects Broken and rotten Are pillaged by crows Before forgotten Sunken into The earth below Eulogized by Echo of crows
Autumn Eyes
It was as if the sun Reached down With her glorious rays And blessed them all This October day Transforming the trees With a golden glow A magical glimmer Together they shimmer For all who have Autumn eyes To see
KNOCKING
September is knocking Knocking on August’s door September is knocking And will not be ignored But will August answer Or will she say, “No. September, you’re early, Away, September, go!”
Jessica M. Collette 
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