How beautiful are your spacious skies
even when days are gray.
All those purple mountain majesties
just take my breath away.
And from shore to shore
I love you even more,
when I see the unifying love
of my brothers.
Reminds me of the freedoms
where we stand,
holding hands together
on this sacred land.
May God bless us all
today and forever.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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we blossom just like
the flowers of the fields
as they begin their unfolding
we too are transformed
by their loveliness
mesmerized by their colorful
and ever radiant displays
we become lost in the
intricacies of each
miraculous new birth
finding ourselves
unable to exhale
stood statue still in
reverence and awe
praying silently that we don’t
upset the serenity
of such wondrous splendor
capturing in our minds what
we could never fully recreate
on our own
we remain in that still and
silent state of being
consumed by the lush
confines of such exquisite
extravagance
and we are once again
renewed by the unveiling
of new life
© 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
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I met a man
Tall n skinny
Ebony skin
Eyes new guinea
His rough hands
Overlapped my own
Wide smiles
Set the tone
Kindness felt
Filling my heart
Sad at last
When we did part
Never even
Caught his name
Moments like these
Never leave us the same
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Life can blow in gentle wisps
or suddenly seize the day
in consternation.
So whenever I sense a billowy riff,
I look to the sky for clarification.
Of course, I realize that many storms
pass without peril,
and there is often radiance
after the rain.
But when a particularly vile storm
causes all the flowers to sag,
I know each one understands me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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