Indisputable beauty

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Across the room
There you were
Nothing much
Just a big orange blur

Upon further inspection
You came into clearer focus
Suddenly blooming within my mind
Like a budding crocus

An unexpected delight
You captivated my mind
Why didn’t I notice before?
Why was I so blind?

And I’ve realized now
Just how ignorant I’ve been
For your beauty was always there
Hidden within

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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The sounds of silver lights

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Rainy night
Odd streaks of light
Rainbow flecks
Breathtaking effects
Umbrellas rush
Hearts melt and crush
Sprinkles splatter
Puddles shatter
Silver bells
Cast their spells
The moon shines
Revealing signs
Busyness ensues
Amidst stunning views
Nobody sees
The magic in these

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: The sounds of silver lights

Woodland white

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She stumbled upon a forest
Littered with crimson foliage and woodland white
And serenity found her there
Amidst the heavenly glow of the flaxen moonlight

The shadows were oddly comforting
Wrapping her in solace from the branches up high
And as she traversed her way through the verdure
She was awestruck by the moonlit sky

The old spotted owls called out to her
Welcoming her in like a dear old friend
And the peacefulness she found there
Was something she knew she could forever depend

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Woodland white

Even a crow…

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It seems even a pesky crow
Can look beautiful as it flies
Its annoying little habits
Suddenly become quite disguised

As breathtaking wings soar
Toward the heavens above
Somehow trapped in a current
Filled with hope and endless love

And I’m reminded that even
Something so often despised
Can be so very lovely
If you just open your eyes

And so this example I capture
And affix to my heart
For the next time my thoughts
Threaten to tear me apart

© 2018 Michelle Cook

This is love…

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As I sit here and ponder
There’s life all around
Though hardly any
Ever makes a sound

Grown up so handsome
Exquisite and tall
Each one is there
To watch over us all

If only these beauties
Could somehow speak
And give us the answers
We so desperately seek

However, a tree
Could never talk
It’s seen merely
As a perch for a hawk

And yet it really is
So much more
A lovely place
To go and explore

Its branches always
Spread so wide
A real haven
In which to hide

The perfect place
To lie under and exist
Its outstretched arms
So hard to resist

Each leafy canopy
Has seen it all
Leaves delicately spread
To cushion our fall

Can anyone imagine
A more perfect place to be
Other than inside the crook
Of an old oak tree

I can hardly think
Of any other
As it whispers softly
Like the voice of a mother

And I get lost
In the day
As every branch
Begins to sway

This is living
This is life
This is love…

© 2018 Michelle Cook