Jessica M. Collette's Blog, page 32

Sweeter

The trees bloom In shades of pink Bright white Light purple Cotton candy dreams To remind us Life’s much sweeter Than it sometimes seems

I Pause

Sometimes I pause And put the future on hold To contemplate Your story already told A tale of love and loss Smiles and tears Our time cut short By too many years Today I pause Until your ghost appears To nudge me gently toward Tomorrow

Fairweather Friends

Endless puffy clouds Float on hope This fine day But the wind Not they Decide how long In the end They’ll stay Fairweather friends

Trusting

Just as the stars Are suspended in the sky Hanging on nothing Biding their time So, it is for you So, it is for me Navigating a path We cannot see Trusting What will be Will be

Peekaboo

Playing peekaboo With the dirt below Whimsical petals In the sun glow In pastel shades Pearly white Tiny flowers rise To hug the light Kissing the dark Cold dirt goodbye Embracing the day Reaching for the sky

Patience

Whenever you feel like You’re not enough Stop being judgmental Stubborn and tough You’re not perfect Nor am I We’re all just doing Our best to get by So, show a little patience With friends and foes ‘cause the sooner we learn this The better life goes

Middle Week

The day is Dappled gray Insignificant In every way It hangs on Middle week Neither plateau Nor peak A steppingstone To tread lightly Upon our journey Home

Spring’s Breakthrough

Tree buds red and plump Reach for skies clear and blue At last spring’s breakthrough

Maybe Today

Maybe today You’ll make plans for tomorrow Maybe today You’ll find healing for sorrow Maybe today You’ll live in the moment               … Sing a new song               … Breathe a deep breath               … Appreciate the little things               … Live without regret Maybe today You’ll live life your way Maybe, just maybe

A Brittle Shamrock

If I had to chooseBetween gold coinsOr a brittle shamrockFlat and driedBetween the pages of a bookStained with saltwaterShed tears and rogue wavesPressed by luckAnd pride of Celtic nameI’d choose that shamrockGently picked byGreat-Grandmother’s handsA link between usA link between lands