Stop and Listen

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Stop and listen
Hear the sound
New life teeming
All around

Look at the fields
The sky, the earth
All so lovely
Full of rebirth

Listen to the ocean
And the stoic geese
Notice the beauty
Find your inner peace

See the world
Through brand new eyes
What you observe
Might be a surprise

Stop for a moment
Catch your breath
Plenty to live for
Before life meets death

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Only you

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Only you can cause such beauty
Through the things you create
And sometimes I forget to look for you
My human side likes to hesitate

How can I deny your existence though
When the day looks like today
It’s easy to see your glory
When you greet me in this way

I don’t need a book or a preacher
To prove these things to me
I find you in the small things
You’re in everything I see

All I have to do is look
And your presence is made known
The miracle of you
Is always so clearly shown

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Consumed

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He sits there watching me
From high above that frosty hill
Each blink and nod sends shivers
Caused by him, not winter’s chill

His tawny piercing stare
Is intimidating and intense
Those massive moon eyes
Cause my body to tense

I realize with just one move
I could be made a satisfying snack
So I begin to scurry away
Not even daring to look back

Unfortunately this is my reality
And I know I’ve now been beaten
Because I’m just a poor field mouse
Who has now been served and eaten

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Woodland white

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She stumbled upon a forest
Littered with crimson foliage and woodland white
And serenity found her there
Amidst the heavenly glow of the flaxen moonlight

The shadows were oddly comforting
Wrapping her in solace from the branches up high
And as she traversed her way through the verdure
She was awestruck by the moonlit sky

The old spotted owls called out to her
Welcoming her in like a dear old friend
And the peacefulness she found there
Was something she knew she could forever depend

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Woodland white

Even a crow…

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It seems even a pesky crow
Can look beautiful as it flies
Its annoying little habits
Suddenly become quite disguised

As breathtaking wings soar
Toward the heavens above
Somehow trapped in a current
Filled with hope and endless love

And I’m reminded that even
Something so often despised
Can be so very lovely
If you just open your eyes

And so this example I capture
And affix to my heart
For the next time my thoughts
Threaten to tear me apart

© 2018 Michelle Cook

This is love…

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As I sit here and ponder
There’s life all around
Though hardly any
Ever makes a sound

Grown up so handsome
Exquisite and tall
Each one is there
To watch over us all

If only these beauties
Could somehow speak
And give us the answers
We so desperately seek

However, a tree
Could never talk
It’s seen merely
As a perch for a hawk

And yet it really is
So much more
A lovely place
To go and explore

Its branches always
Spread so wide
A real haven
In which to hide

The perfect place
To lie under and exist
Its outstretched arms
So hard to resist

Each leafy canopy
Has seen it all
Leaves delicately spread
To cushion our fall

Can anyone imagine
A more perfect place to be
Other than inside the crook
Of an old oak tree

I can hardly think
Of any other
As it whispers softly
Like the voice of a mother

And I get lost
In the day
As every branch
Begins to sway

This is living
This is life
This is love…

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Day’s end

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Summer breezes graze
Each blade of grass
Whipping up the current
With a little bit of sass

The vibe it creates
Brings a surge of fun
Even as the day
Is now nearly done

The memory it leaves
Is an everlasting treasure
Moments like these
Just cannot be measured

It’s so hard to say goodbye
And yet we must go
As the sun begins to sink
Beneath its heavenly glow

© 2018 Michelle Cook

You are everything…

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You unfurl the soft petals which bloom in the spring

You bring the gentle rain that makes the birds sing

You create the music that drifts over the breeze

You allow us to see you in the rustle of crisp leaves

You show us majestic views created by your hand

You provide for every need when we cannot stand

You turn the leaves into bright beacons every fall

You encourage the tiny oak to grow up so very tall

You scatter the seeds by sprinkling them around

You give us new life and let pure beauty abound

You remind us every day of your awesome power

You grant us your mercy and are our strong tower

You love us beyond what is measured here on earth

You bind our hearts together and show us our worth

You gave us a promise that we must choose to accept

You died to give us life and always promise to protect

You know each of our names and what’s in store

You are the same today, tomorrow, and forevermore

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The wonders of a beautiful afternoon

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In the stillness of the day
I sit quietly and reflect
On all the wondrous things
I so often tend to neglect

I become fully entranced
By the soft billowy clouds
Which are often forgotten
Amongst the bustle of the crowds

The flowers captivate me too
Each one smiling at the sun
Seems God’s perfect glory
Can never be outdone

The trees all leisurely sway
To the beat of the zealous breeze
And the bees and the wild things hum
To the rustling of tender leaves

There’s magic in the air
Drifting along on a waft of sweet perfume
And I’m lost once again
To the wonders of a beautiful afternoon

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The spotted speck

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It floated across
The wide open sea
A spotted speck
Was all it seemed to be
And yet upon
A much closer inspection
She noticed it was just
A mere reflection
Twas the sun glinting
Off the crystalline blue
Radiating a rather
Resplendent hue
And she wished every image
Could have such a lovely effect
And wondered why the whole world
Couldn’t be like that spotted speck

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  The spotted speck

 

The essence of you…

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The sky
So blue
Wish I could bottle it
For me and you

Each cloud
So still
Like a painting
Seems surreal

The faint breeze
So tender
My heart willing
To surrender

My mind
So enraptured
The essence of you
Beautifully captured

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: The sky so blue, wish I could bottle it for me and you.