Jessica M. Collette's Blog, page 39

October

      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

Birth

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

Be the Boat

  Don’t be your own island That’s stuck in one spot Be the boat that sails The calm and rough waters In search of adventures Mapped out by the stars Not plotted on charts Or swayed by thunder So, when the tide turns And takes you under You can say you lived With a sense… Read More Be the Boat

Acorns

  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

Sickly-sweet

  No matter how you slice it A pie is still a pie No matter how you hear it A lie is still a lie Served on porcelain plates With fancy silverware Covered in whipped cream With an extra plate to share Their filling sickly-sweet Their aftertaste despair

Fall In New England

  Cornfield mazes Bushels of apples Crisp Fall nights White wooden chapels Aged cheddar cheese Flannel shirts Grazing cows Roads made of dirt Freshly brewed coffee Stargazing at night Pumpkin patches Leaves turn bright Days grow shorter Geese take flight

Who’s Ever Told You

  Who’s ever told you: You’re too happy Too sad Wear solids Not plaids You’re too stupid Too smart Think with your head Not your heart You’re too serious Too funny Life’s all about The money You’re too skinny Too fat There’s an app To fix that Who’s ever told you And why’d you ever… Read More Who’s Ever Told You

Technicolor

  I watched the leaves Fall like rain A sprinkle A shower They spattered The ground Before pooling In technicolor Puddles A bowl of promises Yet to come

Open Window

  The breeze swirls  Through the open window From deep in the night Where the summer stars twinkle A chorus of insects Sing a folksy song To the strumming of their strings An owl sings along The melody fades The night is still and calm Through the open window My serenade is gone Sleep tiptoes… Read More Open Window

Groovy

  Life is much better When you make it groovy Problems become lighter And you’re far less moody You find pleasure in The simple things You learn being happy More happiness brings Groovy is As groovy does So, choose to be groovy Just because