A waxing crescent moon Hung in the sky last night A sliver of radiance Mysterious and bright At first glance, it appeared Sharp and severe Able to pierce the dark With pointed spears But I imagined two eyes Playfully placed And soon came to life A celestial face Who smiled down on me From the… Read More Crescent Moon
I never knew The path I’d take If I’d be pushed or pulled If I’d bend or break I never knew Life would be so hard So magnificent So bruised and scarred I never knew The sadness I’d see The love I’d have How good life could be I never knew What would make… Read More I Never Knew
Orange peels Painted with grape jelly drips The birds sing as sweet As lemonade sips From a twisty straw I drink up the sky Kissed by the sunshine I close my eyes To get lost in the buzz Of honeybees Candy for the soul Sweetened by sunbeams
It began unnoticed A speck unseen And grew much larger Wider and green Obvious patches Had soon overgrown Draped as cloaks On stone after stone Until the sunlight Came shining down To burn away Nature’s burial shrouds On the souls asleep In Hallowed Ground
They spoke to each other Melodic and jittery But the words they sang Remained a mystery A mystery I wished To keep as that A thing of wonder Notes pitchy and flat Matching the beat Deep inside of me A steady ebb and flow Peace and Unease Fed by the same air That songbirds breathe
Sometimes it takes years To uncover what’s real To chip away a façade Only time can reveal Raw and exposed Cleansed of all crud A sparkle seen Under layers of mud A glimpse of what’s true Down to the core A bare-naked soul And nothing more Never to wear The façade of before
The air smelled clean Refreshed and new Along the rustic path The spring air blew It came from somewhere I could not yet see Citrus floral notes From where could they be? Walking further Rounding the bend ahead A magnolia arose From its garden bed With a morning stretch Sweetest perfume spread
Legend says trade winds Have secrets to share Winds trade secrets Of nautical affairs Why the tides are high When the moon is full Mysteries from the deep One day we’ll pull They tell their secrets And spread what they hear Continually gossiping All times of year The winds trade secrets When trade winds appear
Just as moments come Moments always go Without a warning As the wild winds blow Tossed here and there And then stuck between Forever searching For what it all means Even when the warning Is plain to see It’s a guess How rough the road will be Enjoy the journey No apologies
They float on the air To tickle a nose The sweetest notes From the bud of a rose Enriched with jasmine And apple blooms A bit of sweet pea And pampas grass plumes Planted with love As bluebirds softly sing About the goodness The spring garden brings Pollen and petals And butterfly wings
Jessica M. Collette 
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