The blackbirds landed One, two, three Hoping they soon Would eat for free With the colored corn They stuffed their beaks When the cobs were bare They began to seek Their dark eyes shifted Up, down, side For morsels of food Where might they hide? A telling squawk Called the flock To the largest bird… Read More The Blackbirds
The trees are feeling chill Laid-back and carefree The mood is contagious If only you’ll let it be Rising up to autumn’s sun Bowing under fall’s full moon Just being in the moment Whether morning, night, or noon Multi-colored tie-dye Speckled on their leaves The trees are feeling groovy Swaying in the breeze
As we close the door on September Summer months we fondly remember: Pastel petals saluting the light Sun-soaked they welcome the night That soon overstays its welcome. Petals brown under filtered light Lacy clouds veil the moon at night Color shifts from the flowers To the tree’s open arms In a seasonal embrace We feel… Read More October’s Charm
How do you pick a pumpkin From the pumpkin patch? Is there such a thing As your perfect pumpkin match? Just like you and me They come in many shapes Some appear pristine While others proudly wear their scrapes Tall or short Extra plump or boney thin When a pleasing shape catches your eye That’s… Read More Perfect Pumpkin Match
“It’s Heaven, I see In all its beauty. One day you’ll come And join me.” And though they couldn’t hear Her whispers in their ears Colors from the setting sun Served as reminders; A place more glorious Than mortal eyes have known Awaits for us As our eternal home Awaits for us In Heaven
One sunny day It returned to me By way of the shadows A distant memory It crept along Where the bright light shone Walking the line It had long since known Crossing-over Between light and dark Leaving in its path A trail of sparks Illuminating What once had been Cloaked in the shadows Of now… Read More Cloaked in the Shadows
Show me a place Where time stands still Where the summer breeze Evades winter’s chill Where our eyes could see Crystal clear With no worries given Whether far or near Where the vibrant flowers Refused to fade Staying true to when Memories were made Where the here and now Was the now and then Where… Read More Time Stands Still
We all have a placeOn our great blue earthYou, me, and the beesWe all have worthWhether planting,GatheringOr admiring it allWe all have a placeLarge or smallOn our great blue earthWe matter, all
One of the most important tasks We all must do Is pulling weeds That have encroached Into our beautiful places Before they strangle out The peace, the hope, the dreams We gently planted So many moons ago
She has a way about her Hot-tempered She boils and stirs The air Until heavy and thick Weighted In the intensity We bow Resigned to knowing Mere flowers, we are Dried between August’s pages An homage to her When the calendar reflects The depths of wintertime
Jessica M. Collette 
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