Collette Anne Kearns
Collette Anne Kearns Poems
- Perfection There are no wrinkles in my face, no laugh ...
- The Call I meant to write a poem today – But a cardinal ...
- Seasons Of Us We begin with Spring, trampling daffodils in ...
- The Lost Garden Shocked, I stood by the front gate in July, ...
- Centre Of Gravity If we live in an ocean of energy Then my ...
Comments about Collette Anne Kearns
I meant to write a poem today –
But a cardinal sang in our maple tree,
As his mate fluttered to and fro,
And the wind in the leaves was calling me.
And the softest of rain began to fall,
Sprinkling the grateful earth below,
And a rainbow brightened my window pane –
Outdoors, I thought, my words might flow.