Amen
When your head hits the pillow Don’t shed a tear Send up a prayer For only God’s ears Close your tired eyes Clear the worry from your head Let the blanket of peace Tuck you into bed Tonight, and always With thanks Amen
Tag: Whimsical
The Pear Tree
The pear tree grew heavy With much fruit to bear So, she lowered her branches In a gesture to share First came the deer Across the field, down the hill To savor the sweetness Until each had their fill Next came the crows Who filled up their beaks So, when they squawked Pear juice dribbled… Read More The Pear Tree
Messages
Do you believe in signs Messages and such From those you dearly miss From those you wholly loved A penny at your feet A heart cloud in the sky The perfect color blue A Cardinal flying by Or is this coincidence Merely, a thing of chance Something that normally You wouldn’t give a second glance… Read More Messages
The Trees
The trees tell secrets This time of year They’ll whisper and wait Wondering if you’ll hear Their sad songs Their stories Their laughter Their tears All they’ve witnessed All that’s since disappeared
Carnival
Leaves fall Like candy-coated rain In a carnival of colors As the seasons’ change Transient, unexpected Never the same
Fly
I saw a piece of paper Flat and uninspired I folded it with creases Until my fingers tired I shaped it I named it I kissed it goodbye In my imagination I watched it fly
Golden
As the weather grewDarker and colderThe new buds of springIn autumn were olderGoldenAs an aged wedding ringSmoke signals roseVeiled and thinLike the Farmer’s AlmanacThat said, winter would beginWhen the first snowflakeDelicate and whiteBecame an omenOf frostbiteThe farmer shiveredAt the thoughtHe stoked the fireUntil red hotA golden fluffballPurred on his lapThe farmer and kittyShared a catnap… Read More Golden
No Soliciting
The rain tap, tap, taps “Is anybody home?” Dampening the sign Securely taped to the door No Soliciting It brazenly ignores
September Day
We watch summer Fadeaway Little by little Each September day As the cool air Filters in Before our eyes Fall begins
Pluck
If we could Pluck hurt feelings Like weeds from a garden And fill those tender spots With what will one day bloom What a beautiful soul We would be
Jessica M. Collette 
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