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
Tag: Poem
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!”
Perfect Days
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 Far-Off Land
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
Turn the Page
It is in the middleOf your storyWhen you truly find outThe strength it takesTo turn the page
Jessica M. Collette 
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