Wouldn’t it be nice If life were made of Septembers and Fridays: Perfect weather and Untamed imagination, A topiary giraffe, And unending vacation? Maybe mix in Holidays and weekends And the good stuff they bring: Frosted Christmas cookies, Sleeping in, Acoustic songs Strummed from guitar strings. And there would be no Februarys and Mondays:… Read More Septembers and Fridays
His name is Chester Chickadee And he’d love to be your friend Talking a mile, a minute His stories seem to never end ~ He likes to brag to who he can And is never all that picky If Ms. Fancy isn’t home He’ll follow the stench to Mr. Stinky ~ Next, he’ll talk… Read More Chester Chickadee
Morsels of sweetness To energize and delight The eyes and the taste buds They make my day bright ~ Picture-perfect macarons In colorful rows They look too good to eat But their scent tempts my nose ~ Luring me closer I hover just above Then with just one bite I fall madly in love ~… Read More Sweetness
Not much ever happens In the garden of rocks But if you listen closely You just might hear them talk; Although there is no guarantee You’ll understand what you’ll hear Since the language of plants is reserved For only tiny green plant ears; And as for proof that plants Do indeed communicate There really isn’t… Read More Happy Rock Garden
Whoever doesn’t believe In wishing trees Has never crossed paths With this special species; As gifts to pick Wishes hang from branches For the lucky few They provide second chances; But these wishes aren’t granted Without a cost Pick too many And good fortune you’ll have lost; But if you plant a wish On chosen… Read More Wishing Tree
In the Land of Make Believe Where the fairies fly Amongst the dancing leaves; Butterfly laughter fills the air As the beats from their wings Paint a rainbow trail; That tickles the nose Of the mushroom King Who sneezes, then begins to sing; With a soothing voice that travels Loud and clear To the… Read More Make Believe
The wind Blows in From the North Showing force From the South Bringing warmth From the East Like a beast From the West A welcome guest The wind Blows in
Amidst the structure Of reality Find a whimsical realm Of fun and possibility; A place to take you To lands far away Or a way to go back To the innocence of yesterday; It’s the magic of imagination That sets us free To be more than this world Says we can be
It’s where we’d meet To rest our feet We’d talk and then we’d listen; To the whispers Floating by our ears Trying to tell if far or near, Or if truth or lies were spoken. And then we’d laugh As innocent children Playing in a magic garden; Where fairies dance With elves by chance And… Read More Garden of Youth
Bright, radiating and buxom; dynamic rays aim down. Vibrant, azure and expansive; an expertly painted backdrop. Fluffy, white and scattered; performing a whimsical dance. Vast, chilled and merciless; never-ending, crashing below. Rigid, harsh and constructed; laboring strength to display the next. Designed, forged and formed; enticingly intricate scrollwork. Natural, sketched and reflected;… Read More A Deconstructed Photo
Jessica M. Collette 
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