Held
Just as the snow Was held by the pines He found in her arms A soft place to land
Tag: pretty
To the Arms of Morning
Bathed in silence Tucked in a bed of peace Caught while falling asleep Carried in dreams To the arms of morning
Don’t Pick the Flowers
Don’t pick the flowers Just let them be A pretty gathering For all to see Let them paint a picture Upon a hill With petal brushes With determined wills To stay lovely To stand strong Through wind and storm They’ll carry on Destined to be Something beautiful For you and me
Lovely
The rose blooms Because it must Rise up From the dust So, we may see Something beautiful So, we may know What is lovely
Peekaboo
Playing peekaboo With the dirt below Whimsical petals In the sun glow In pastel shades Pearly white Tiny flowers rise To hug the light Kissing the dark Cold dirt goodbye Embracing the day Reaching for the sky
Fickle
Fickle wings flutter From one to the next Never satisfied Too busy to rest ~ But having found The sweetest of them all With just one kiss In love they will fall
Love
First LOVE is exciting It’s something new Emotions run deep But could fizzle too soon; New LOVE is enthralling It puts a spring in a step It’s easy to fall But hard to keep expectations met; Committed LOVE is a gift Between two who agree Life is an adventure Together to see; Mature LOVE is… Read More Love
Sweetest Souls
Why do the sweetest souls Always go too soon Leaving us to reminisce About past sunsets and risen moons; To a time, your face was bright with color And your laughter filled the air When the sparkle in your eyes Said more than words could ever share; Yet still I search for pieces Of the… Read More Sweetest Souls
Lovely Things
Against a field of so much green She had no choice but to be seen; To spread her wings and flutter free Into the world where she will be; Recognized for her beauty And sensitivity; As a peacekeeper between The flowers and the bees; For when her work is done It’s back to where she… Read More Lovely Things
Flowers
Picked from the dirt Right where they grow Arranged in a vase On long stems for show; Petals plucked And counted one by one Blooms pressed between pages Or neatly hung; As keepsakes dried With memories, inside A flower left alone Will beautify outside; Decorating the land And pleasing the eye Scenting the air From… Read More Flowers
Jessica M. Collette 
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