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 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
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
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!”
Perfect days are meant To be bottled and saved Uncorked and savored On less-perfect days On days that need brightening In every way They will bless us with colors That with us will stay To uplift our spirits On those less-perfect days
A tale of sun And summer days Where bees work And rabbits play In butterfly gardens Under skies of blue Where migrant birds Are just passing through En route to find More days of sun In a far-off land Where summer’s just begun
It is in the middleOf your storyWhen you truly find outThe strength it takesTo turn the page
Down in the valley Where the butterflies fly The vibe is easygoing Nobody asks why Why are we here? Where are we going? What’s it all mean? Are the answers worth knowing? No questions No answers No wasted breath given As the butterflies fly It’s the good life They’re livin’
Hot dogs Tank tops Potato chips Flip-flops Convertibles Catchy tunes Splish splash Chill afternoon Sizzlin’ grill Setting sun Fireworks Flash in the sky Snapshots of 4th of July
Watered from above And showered with love This is how a garden grows
Jessica M. Collette 
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