Marveling over mushrooms

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

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