nature

Wouldn’t it?

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Wouldn’t it be satisfying
to always stay
right next to each other
arousing never-ending play

Wouldn’t it be something
to awaken the sky
watching us kiss
beneath its bright blue eye

Wouldn’t it be amazing
to go dipping our toes
in a stream faraway
where nobody goes

Wouldn’t it be exciting
to throw off all our clothes
existing in a place
where nobody knows

Wouldn’t it be romantic
to settle down in the shade
knowing absolutely nothing
could ever be forbade

Wouldn’t it be perfect
to be all alone
in a place like no other
blissfully unknown

Wouldn’t it be magical
to exist in a world beyond
like a tale that never ends
going on and on

© 2026 Michelle Cook

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Sunlight

~ ~M ~ 34 Comments

I’m in love with the way
you dance across my door
beckoning, inviting me
once again to explore

You play with the wind
scattering your rays all around
filtering your lovely light
through the trees without a sound

Sometimes I notice your flecks
sprinkled across my wall
a kaleidoscope of prismatic colors
that I don’t mind at all

You’re a joy to behold
an extraordinary gift from the sun
shining your radiance upon me
and enthralling everyone

© 2026 Michelle Cook

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Rain

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During the heart of summer silliness
shimmery beads spill softly
subduing, yet giving rise
to the warm embrace of the day.

A kaleidoscope of kisses
clings to my sun-scorched skin
whispering sweet nothings
in my worn-out, weathered ears.

A single drop sizzles
on the tip of my tongue
pieces of parched earth
come alive in my mouth.

I drink in the days of my youth
the ends of eras, no longer lost
forgotten moments flickering
embers that never quite expired.

A flood of emotions permeates
all the hidden parts of me.
Funny, I could’ve sworn
I’d never see days like this again.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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What is it about a dandelion?

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She spreads her billowy petticoat
Just wishing for some fun
As her dainty white tufts
Reach for the midday sun

Soft and serene
Her cottony clusters finally do fly
Each ruffle floating along
Towards the infinite wide open sky

Her lacy remnants twirl
On the delicate breezy air
Her dizzying pirouettes
Cause the bees to stop and stare

What is it about her
That makes the world stand still
A graceful little weed
Who can give us such a thrill

© 2017 Michelle Cook

Writing prompt:  What is it about a dandelion?

The end of an era

~ ~M ~ 8 Comments

We have but one journey,
and the path is never straight.

We think we have lots of time,
but like sand, it can’t be held.

We learn after the goal is complete
that the end is really the beginning.

We realize all of our joyous moments
have been happening all along.

We discover that the journey
was never about reaching our destination.

We notice all the people we’ve met
were never there to stay.

We feel bittersweet and unsettled
by all the things we’ve accomplished.

We are grateful for the sunset
reminding us to live in the here and now.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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