It is warmly made Of intricate threads Connecting the past With the future ahead Woven by hand Finished with heart A textile relic A proud work of art Its Celtic knots Are proudly worn Even when its threads Are old and torn The sweater strong As the wearer stubborn
The snow is coming Or so they say, “Maybe tomorrow, Or another day.” A calculated guess Is as good as it gets When the meteorologist says, “You may just get wet!” Sun, rain, or snow “There’s a chance of black ice!” A little more certainty Sure would be nice But unpredictability Is what New Englanders… Read More A Calculated Guess
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
They drip like honey Sweet from the spoon Amber perfection Until the rise of the moon Nearly empty The spoon sinks in the tea A swirl of autumn In a pool of ebony A hint of the day that was Warms the night to be
The ghosts float around The haunted house As the black cat chases The possessed mouse Up in the attic Where the bloodsucking bats fly Spiders plot revenge On their next victim to die The jack o’ lantern glows Though no candle is lit Casting shadows on one Who just doesn’t fit He’s jolly and fat… Read More HO HO HELLO
Words drop from lips Like leaves to the ground Colorful, textured Sounds Fall, falling, fallen Whispers Lost sentiments Of the season
It started as a flicker A barely visible flame It kept on growing Until never the same A hellfire now burned Atop the candlestick Beads of deep crimson Dripped from the wicked wick Hotter and hotter The wicked wick burned Faster and faster It twisted and turned Sinister faces In its plumes of smoke With… Read More The Wicked Wick
It tiptoes in On summer sandals Over retreating tides Down leave-clogged channels October teases Of treats to come It tricks us whether Fall has begun But it cannot hide The chill in its air Or the game it plays Called Truth or Dare
She’s falling faster Day by day I beg the sun, “Please, can’t you stay? You make the day Warm and bright You’re the best defense For the darkest night.” With a slight smile She needed no words I knew her answer I knew she’d heard As I watched her fall Behind the earth I knew… Read More Birth
There’s a new threat This time of year From high in the treetops They suddenly appear A danger to our heads A scare to our feet A tasty treat Hungry squirrels eat Acorns invade Our quiet country streets
Jessica M. Collette 
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