Jessica M. Collette's Blog, page 2

It’s For the Dogs

It’s for the dogs this time of year The super big, the mighty small, and dear Fluffy, long, and short-haired, too They’re loyal friends, to me and you Some love bathing, in spots of sun Other ones water, for splish-splash fun Doing tricks (or not) to get some treats Including ice cream, cold and sweet… Read More It’s For the Dogs

Some Sunny Day

Some Sunny Day You’ll find yourself open Becoming, embracing, being All that you were meant To be

A Mockingbird Mocking

When even the crickets Have retired for the night When the stars start to fade Into morning twilight A song of sorrow, a song of glee Dances lightly, fancy-free A soundtrack for dreamers A tune for insomniacs A greeting for the morning As daybreak starts to crack A proverbial promise The new day will bring… Read More A Mockingbird Mocking

Buzzy Bee

“With so many flowers, How’s a bee to choose? With so many choices There’s no way to lose. Pink, yellow, white, and blue Trumpet, cup, and bell-shaped, too! They keep me busy But you know what they say When you love what you do You don’t work a day! When you love what you do… Read More Buzzy Bee

One Day

One day The sun will shine But will we rise To see it One day The moon will glow But will we sleep Beneath it

Between

Between laying And hatching eggs The songbird lives Between waiting And a forever home The shelter dog lives Between hoping And holding a baby The parents live Between storms And healing rainbows The girl lives Between budding And dropping petals The flower lives Between our first And our last breath We all live In the… Read More Between

Spring Fling

The magnolia tree is wearing Her festive party blooms The pear tree is planning On producing her pears soon The songbirds are staying busy Finding grass and twigs for nests The bunnies are hop, hop, hopping When, oh when, will those bunnies rest? Not until the party’s over Not before the season’s done The celebration’s… Read More Spring Fling

April Showers

A reflection pool Of April showers Collects in our hands Part yours, part ours Yet, it’s hard to hold As time, as gravity Naturally slips From fingertips Drop by drop Gone but not forgotten As each, as every drop Nourishes, encourages The budding of May flowers

Pastel Promises

Sun nudges us From Winter’s sleep. “Wake up, Wake up. Stop counting sheep. Open your eyes, Dears, Breathe in deep, Feel Spring’s kisses Soft and sweet! They’re pastel promises Sealed upon your cheeks Of gentler days, Loves, Soon to come.”

Till Death Do Us Part

Some things exist That we can’t explain Try as we may Questions remain Curiosity, wonder Answers to chase An undiscovered pattern We cannot trace With our eyes Our fingers Our inquisitive minds Yet, some mysteries Are not humankind’s To have To hold Nor to define Till death do us part