Wafts of wintry splendor
roll across my shoes.
Tickling the tip of my nose
anything to amuse.
I giggle at the exchange
between the natural world and me.
Nothing can ever cheer me up
like the earth and all the wonder I see.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/cold-snow-fashion-woman-girl-1284028/
Hickory and Dickory
Raced through the room
Light on their feet
Sat on their brooms
Laughter filled
That once bleak place
Smiles abundant
On each young face
Each free to imagine
Permitted to run
Full of happiness
Teeming with fun
Pretending to be
All they could envision
Not even minding
The occasional collision
Young and certain
Contented as could be
Childish antics
Filling them with glee
Cowboys one second
Witches the next
Other times a monster
No one would expect
The beauty of imagination
Pervading young minds
Makes the rest of us wish
We could press rewind
And although we can’t go back
We can still stay young at heart
We just have to rein in
All those lost images from the start
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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