A bouquet of sunshine
Brightens the front door
As eager hands bring back
All they’ve dared to explore
Her face comes alive
As the wind twirls her hair
Of loveliness there is nothing
That could ever compare
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Thanks to Michael for a whole month of writing prompts, click here to view them all; Flowers of Autumn
She was always there
Resting quietly in his mind
With her smiling face
So loving and kind
Every inch of his body sensed
Her genial existence
Provoked by images of her
He offered up no resistance
And after years of searching
He knew she was the one
The light in her eyes reminded him
Of a bright morning sun
There was no denying his feelings
He had finally found his queen
She’d been there all along
Though nonexistent she had seemed
Fate had eventually been kind
Considering his deepest desires
And he wondered what he had done
To finally be blessed with all he required
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Every inch of his body sensed her presence.
It’s a crisp fall morning
As she carefully dips her toes
There’s a hidden alcove there
Where nobody goes
The water is calm
So very peaceful and serene
And she washes discreetly
Mindful she isn’t seen
A sudden splash and ripple
Quickly catch her attention
And she shields her breasts
In modest apprehension
But it’s only just a loon
Seeking out its prey
And her fear subsides
As the majestic creature flies away
Back to her bathing
She becomes lost in introspection
So she bends down slowly
To look at her reflection
She sees a stubby little nose
With wide blue eyes
And there’s a small pointy chin
Which she’d like to disguise
Her blurred image
Stares back for quite awhile
And something about it
Suddenly makes her smile
She lets out an embarrassed giggle
After realizing she’s been seen
She happens to notice a poet
Has come upon the scene
I’m so sorry I reply
To disturb you in the nude
I wanted to capture the moment
Even though I see it was rather rude
Please go on with your bathing
And I’ll return from where I came
And next time I see you
I’ll try my best to refrain
© 2018 Michelle Cook
The Painting is, September Morn. By Paul Émile Chabas
Only you can cause such beauty
Through the things you create
And sometimes I forget to look for you
My human side likes to hesitate
How can I deny your existence though
When the day looks like today
It’s easy to see your glory
When you greet me in this way
I don’t need a book or a preacher
To prove these things to me
I find you in the small things
You’re in everything I see
All I have to do is look
And your presence is made known
The miracle of you
Is always so clearly shown
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Crisp autumn bells
Shiver in the breeze
Amongst the tender mulberry
And the grand evergreens
Enchanted they dance
A swirling colorful sea
Those delicate golden clusters
Come alive just for me
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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