The morning sings Of what’s to come Beginning low As a distant hum It fills the air It stirs the birds From their nests Sweet tweets are heard Songs of peace Songs of hope That help us heal That help us cope Today And again Tomorrow
Even the bees Are moving slower today In the hot, heavy air They slumber and stay Tucked inside A field of pastel petals Where the shade lives Their restless wings settle The flowers are still Their buzzing stops Water from the hose On the flowers drops Waking sleepy bees As they dream Of feeding royal… Read More Royal Jelly
In fields unkempt And overgrown A farmer applies The skills he’s honed For generations It’s in his blood Patience cultivated Come drought or flood He tills the fields And plants the seeds Until there are No more mouths to feed Until there is No more hunger
I remember when pulling petals Decided fate If love would blossom At a future date Or if the last petal Would decide Love’s not to be Between him and I And if the final answer Didn’t fit I’d pull more petals I would not quit To find the answer That I sought “He loves me,… Read More Pulling Petals
A canopy of blue above Countless waves of blue below Reflected in my eyes A place they used to know Where thoughts are lost But soon are found In endless hues of blue Bringing me back Pulling me in To memories of you
The world rushed by House, tree, bird From the open window Classic rock stirred Adventure Into the warm summer air The sweet scent of lilacs Brushed their hair At the bark of a dog The engine roared The tires spun faster On the vintage Ford The world rushed by House, tree, bird Their smiles said… Read More The World Rushed By
Refreshing is The subtle breeze That sashays in With grace and ease To fill our souls With gladness
The repeating cycle Of sand and sea Under golden sun Calls to me, “You must return To our sandy beaches Where nature’s law Calmly teaches Strength, tenacity And perseverance To all those willing To see and hear it. In the waves In the wind In the whispering sand Are secrets to learn And understand.”
Under an umbrella Feet can still get wet From puddles that haven’t Evaporated yet So, step wisely Hold your head up high Behind that umbrella Is a clearing sky Behind that umbrella The sun’s about to shine
I Knew a dog I knew a brown dog Who was sweet as can be With unconditional love She cherished me I knew a black dog Who loved to play Ignoring basic commands Like sit and stay I knew a yellow dog Who was always asleep His favorite pastime Was counting sheep I knew a… Read More I Knew a Dog
Jessica M. Collette 
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