Little leaf blowing
Near the roses in my yard
A thing of wonder
Though most disregard
I love to watch you
Scamper and prance
Free from your branches
You’re finally able to dance
I often wonder why the world
Seems to forget who you are
I suppose most are more interested
In all the bright shiny stars
But to me you’re a thing of beauty
As you bring life to my dreary day
And I’m so very grateful
That you are never far away
© 2017 Michelle Cook
She lassos heartstrings
Floating on an Autumn breeze
He feels the soft tug
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The lazy days of summer
are by and by, fading away;
I hear it as the breeze
sashays through the trees.
Wind chimes join the waltz,
each elegant note
sounding the arrival
of crisp fall days ahead.
The sweet serenade
brings inner peace
and infuses my spirit
with the sound of serenity.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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There’s a small city
I never really see,
right outside
in front of me.
It’s hidden in the glen
thickets deep,
where the clover
likes to creep.
The little city bustles
with a steady flow
of creatures so tiny
they’re hard to know.
So, at last, today,
I opened my eyes,
shook to my core
by the loveliest surprise.
A small city
I’d never really seen,
right outside,
all for me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: © 2021 Michelle Cook
As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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