Up atop a rocky mound, What thoughts, may you have found? Visiting the land so green, Oh, the sights you must have seen. Carved Celtic stones Housing ancient bones; Rolling countryside Where sheep abide; When they are shorn Intricate sweaters be worn; By your ancestors, old and new. The light filters down Where you are… Read More Ireland’s Rose
One alone and we remain aloof; Together, a symphony of taps on the roof. Respecting a conductor, we do not see, Drops fall from clouds, finally free. Watering our plants and our thirsty mouths too; Liquid life, doing what nothing else can do. Making things plump, green and lush; Forming puddles and streams; a natural flush. Find… Read More RAIN – so much more than a drop
Flat, square, oblong or round; Plenty of cookies can be found. Rolled dough, decorated by hand. Some cut into shapes; a gingerbread man. Dusted with powdered sugar; kissed with love. A few nuts; sprinkled from above. Domes, with secrets inside; Bright, red cherries, do hide. So many choices, festive treats; Icing drips down these tasty… Read More All I Want for Christmas is a Sweet Tooth
Bright, radiating and buxom; dynamic rays aim down. Vibrant, azure and expansive; an expertly painted backdrop. Fluffy, white and scattered; performing a whimsical dance. Vast, chilled and merciless; never-ending, crashing below. Rigid, harsh and constructed; laboring strength to display the next. Designed, forged and formed; enticingly intricate scrollwork. Natural, sketched and reflected;… Read More A Deconstructed Photo
Birds of a feather, Always flock together. Then there’s the different; The unique. Natures design, Tweaked and refined; Turning something common, Expected; Into one, Authentically sublime. A mix of familiar; New. Brown and white feathers mix; An original hue. Like all rare sights, Our privilege is fleeting. To the air, in a rush; Wings flap;… Read More Birds of a Feather…
Life on the vine; Try to stay in a straight line. Through the hotness of summer; We grow through our slumber. Turning from green to orange; The animals scurry, begin to forage. Autumn is here, it’s that time. We have matured, we’re in our prime. It will find you, this is the day; The light… Read More A Pumpkin Story
You will hear it in the distance. The screech of heavy wheels grating over the meandering path of the tracks of steel. With a steady roar, it moves throughout the stillness, sometimes rattling your floor. Until suddenly, a wailing whistle shatters you completely, down to your core.… Read More The Ghost Train
STARS Busy life distracts, shrouding light, Remember to view, nature’s delight; Enormous painted canvas, celestial being, Gaze in wonder, eyes seeing; Twinkling lights abound, magnificent orbs, A nightly spectacle, unlimited rewards; An uncertain world, nothing promised, The stars remain, alas much abolished; Your luck turns, shooting star, Release your wish, emotional scar; Through average… Read More STARS
Digging through a box of long forgotten memorabilia from yesteryear, my dad uncovered a portrait of my grandmother, his mom, amidst the clutter. Tucked in between collectible advertisement cards, wedding announcements, and school reports she had collected from distant relatives and acquaintances, her face appeared. Although somewhat strange to see the image of someone you… Read More Her Legacy
Jessica M. Collette 
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