A Dandy Design
Your roots dig deep In the same dirt as me But nature says On gusty breath “You must fly free.”
Tag: Poems
Horizon
There’s two views to see What will be, will be Or Will you make something happen? Rise up from the depths Your solemn regrets And Live your destiny Upon the lighted horizon.
Chimes in the Wind
Chimes in the wind Ride the waves of air; Their subtle melody Tickle lonesome ears. Those who seek to hear Songs of different tunes; Soothing notes relax And discreetly distract. The hectic pace we keep Where simple things get lost; We overlook the melody And discount the cost. With each gust of wind A singular… Read More Chimes in the Wind
Bright Yellow and Soft Petals
Some days are cold and gray Damp and dark, they fade away Without notice; Until replaced by Bright yellow and soft petals. Mixed drops of water From angry clouds and sad eyes Free fall; Evaporating to reveal Bright yellow and soft petals. At the close of each day As your memory seeps further away From… Read More Bright Yellow and Soft Petals
Colors of Spring
A little house To welcome you; A blue roof And red walls, too. Sheltered by pines Dressed in snowy white, Wear nature’s design; Winter season’s last fight. To hide lively colors: Our sure sign of spring, And all of the wonders She surely will bring. Blooms and chirps, And drops from above, Remind us all… Read More Colors of Spring
A Winding Path
A winding path To nowhere fast Yet toward everything And anything imagined. Where dreams exist Spoken from lips Of speculative hope And forward focus. Toward what exists On a changing horizon From crystal blue To full moon rising. Today is now Tomorrow is then Next year reveals Where we’ll have been. Questions answered Truths revealed… Read More A Winding Path
Downstream
Many miles seen and traveled Across rolling hills and fields Cutting through chasms and rock Forming mud and mossy yields. Flowing under rustic covered bridges Past bustling freeways; country roads Where ducks search for dinner Hunting plump, chirping spring toads. Camouflaged by weeds and water Webbed feet, swimming with fishes In the depths of deep… Read More Downstream
Grandmother’s Poem
My grandmother, Mary Clare Judge, wore many hats during her lifetime: School Teacher; Interior Designer; Antique Collector; Wife; Mom; Grandmother. One particular title she held throughout her years in these various other roles was that of a Poetess. It wasn’t until recently when I was writing my novel, Naming The Bits Between, that I reminisced… Read More Grandmother’s Poem
Paint me a Memory
Paint me a colorful memory; One I want to keep Deep in my treasured thoughts Across the line of time. Make it one worth keeping A scene not to forget A happy tree, decorated white A sky ablaze, last sunlight. In need of something beautiful; Upon this scene I’ll look At colors, reminiscent of… Read More Paint me a Memory
Frozen in Time
You’re frozen in time Sharp and pointed by design. As snow persists And wind does whip Your edges Complete the weakness of mine. Forged and adored A symbol of courage; victory and allure. Just a speck in my eye But, oh, so much more. Timeless; strength and humility, Your comfort Soothes the far corners Of… Read More Frozen in Time
Jessica M. Collette 
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