This year more than ever We need Christmas in July A little bit of happiness To help the days go by To calm the unrest With a bit of cheer To have a celebration To forget about our fears If only we could gift ourselves A brand new year
Oh, Busy Bee How do you decide Between the showstopper flowers And the shy ones who hide In the back of the garden Behind the ‘look at me’ blooms Growing near the ground With the speckled mushrooms Oh, Busy Bee How do you decide Who deserves your attention Or a hasty fly by In… Read More Busy Bee
The clock keeps on ticking It keeps track of the hour Its seconds are sweet As its minutes are sour Its chimes are so pleasing If not quite deceiving How slow, oh how fast Where does the time go?
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 would like The warm tropical sun Where people gather On beaches for fun It would like An oasis in the sand Where people enjoy A fruity drink in their hand It would like Where the trade winds blow Where people take surfboards Everywhere they go Still, as a houseplant The palm tree grows
You’ve seen better days Yet, so have I Where we’re going You’ve never asked why You’re along for the ride For the unplanned trip For our new adventures For more frays and rips You’re distressed jeans Faded and torn Still, you give me comfort Each day that you’re worn As cutoff shorts You’ll soon… Read More Distressed Jeans
The rambling rambler rambled Down the dirt road Kicking up dust On legs that were bowed On feet that were blistered By old cowboy boots He never stopped moving Never put down any roots The rambling rambler rambled Across state lines Tipping his hat At each “Welcome to” sign Sampling the food Made famous… Read More The Rambling Rambler Rambled
Remains of a snowman Are sad to see Just a dirty pile Of leaves and debris He has no button eyes And no carrot nose In a gust of wind Away his scarf blows Remains of a snowman Are sad to see He’s now just a spot For the dogs to pee
Wake me when it’s spring When the flowers are in bloom When the birds gladly sing When the sun sits higher in the sky And a warm night the moon soon brings
It’s sad to see The trees left on the lot All of the orphans That Christmas forgot Cold and bare In quiet desperation Hoping for a home And festive decorations But new hope is found When the birds fly in They fluff their feathers As tweeting begins They sing Christmas carols From days of… Read More Christmas Orphans
Jessica M. Collette 
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