There’s no commotion This time of year For our feathered friends Who’ve gathered near; Islanders Not willing to revoke Their view from above Where they watch townsfolk; Who stay all year Just like they do Staking their claim The whole winter through; Until bitter cold’s gone And warm days return When summer people come Streets and… Read More Islanders
Covered by fallen leaves And orange pine needles Once green; Acorns on the ground Become lost treasures To be found; By squirrels Who prepare For autumn’s sundown; When a pointed finger Issues an icy demand, “Colors, fade. You must follow Winter’s plan.”
Framed by darkness Illuminated by light A mixed composition Is the cycle of life; Seasons of change Some welcomed…some not All have a purpose Lest we forgot; Even the rainy days That block out the sun Help ignite the color In the next autumn to come.
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
Cold, bare; the view frigid The icy landscape; stark, unfair. Unhappy tree roots, pulled out Of the harsh frozen ground As sparse leaves hang on, Stubborn, refusing to drop down. Across the slick frozen surface Flowing water – solidified and white Stands a sad, bare forest; Mixed with lush evergreen pines. Just as all things… Read More The Promise of a New Day
Jessica M. Collette 
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