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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When I couldn’t be there
to lose myself in you,
I knew my favorite song
would have to do.
Sometimes I’d let the words
rush over my skin,
remembering all the places
where we’d once been.
There were countless nights
I could only imagine you here,
and losing you in my life
was my greatest fear.
So I’d take solace
in my favorite song,
hopeful that the words
would carry me along.
Filled with a melody
so I could hold you in my heart,
I believed in earnest
that we’d never part.
© 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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As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.
Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.
Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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