Jessica M. Collette's Blog, page 70

Suspended

Suspended In water In air; Saying bye to one Is the only way to soar

Pumpkin Party

Follow the path Where you will see And hear the sounds Of Pumpkin Party; It’s the grandest bash On All Hallows’ Eve A place for gourds To gather and be seen; Gazed upon By trick-or-treaters Dressed up As goblins, witches and creatures; They stare and wait In anticipation For the pumpkins to reveal Their freshly… Read More Pumpkin Party

Half and Half

Stuck in A summer that was But reaching For a season still to come; Half and half Soon will be A vibrantly colored Autumn tree

Haunting Song

When the air is crisp And the leaves are gone The tree’s bare branches Call them home; One-by-one They pick their perch Until the naked tree Is clothed with birds; A haunting song they do sing Of warmer days gone by A fond farewell For leaves who’ve met their demise; From bare branches Where they… Read More Haunting Song

Nature vs. Nurture

How the largest, proudest pumpkin Exactly came to be Well, that remains a mystery Between you and me; Nature vs. Nurture There are arguments for both Was the magic in the seed Or is it the farmer who can boast; About how this giant pumpkin So proudly on display Took all summer to grow Into… Read More Nature vs. Nurture

Make Believe

  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

Wings…

Wings… That guide Wings… Of strength Wings… Of healing Wings… Of faith Wings… Of comfort Wings… That shelter When the weight of the world Pushes and holds us down Wings… Promise the lost That we are found

Mercy

To the broken Crumbling Battered and discarded show MERCY And find beauty In the souls Who once were forgotten

Tricky Jr.

Tricky Jr. Is hard at work Searching and digging Where once, Mr. Stinky did squirt; His noxious fumes Drove Ms. Fancy away And made Sheriff Grumpy Move up his hibernation day; But none of that stops Tricky He’s got plenty to do There’s mouths to feed And his Dad, Tricky Sr., to subdue; His stubborn… Read More Tricky Jr.

Could and Should

All worries Weigh you down As dead weight let them Fall to the ground; Place all troubles Under your feet And stomp to pieces With a breath of relief; Soon new thoughts Will begin to sprout And live as a canopy Shading self-doubt; A symbol of all That could (and should be) When nurtured with… Read More Could and Should