She rests…

She rests along the horizon,
easily seen from the thirsty shore,
and with a face like an angel,
she could never be ignored.

Her body is ever-changing
as she basks in the summer sun,
and her golden peaks glisten
while her vistas promise fun.

She lays in silent stillness;
never a tremor does she sigh.
The world tramples upon her,
though she never questions why.

She often cries a flood of tears;
still, her strength does prevail,
and even though she’s antiquated,
her beauty never fails.

Nestled comfortably in the earth,
she’s withstood the test of time,
and even though some mar her face,
she still beckons them to climb.

She’s served as a place of renewal
and become a much-needed haven;
she even shares her home
with all the raptors and the ravens.

Exquisite in her gilded grandeur,
layered with the etchings of the past,
her purpose is apparent,
and her glory was made to last.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Sleepyheaded

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Sleepyhead
Time for bed
Can’t sleep
Counting sheep
Nothing works
Body jerks
Warm milk
Soothing as silk
Back to bed
Body’s dead
Pillows lumpy
Mattress bumpy
Sheets bunched
Time’s crunched
Gotta sleep
Before the beep
Not gonna happen
Spirits dampen
Melatonin maybe
To sleep like a baby
Ahhh that’s it
Sandman’s bit
Dreamland awaits
Mind debates
Sleep at last
Wow that was fast!

© 2019 Michelle Cook


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