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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I want to live
Where the waves crash upon the shore
To hear those tumultuous waves
Pounding like pistons
Smoothing every jagged rock
With timeless precision
Ever reminding me
Of the silver linings
Found in my afflictions
For with every persistent beating
Comes polished perfection
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/the-beach-gravel-the-morning-rock-3266660/
Lovely is the budding flower
Still daring to bloom at first frost
Fighting its way from the chrysalis
Determined not to become lost
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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