The things I love…

I love being wrapped in the
warmth of a summer sun-ray
or doused in the drizzle
of an unexpected storm.

I love waking up to the sound
of a lazy locomotive
or finding myself lost in a dream
holding hands with the one I love.

I love listening to the whimsical
notes of wind chimes
or falling under the spell of a
tranquil, babbling brook.

I love being silly while dancing
and singing my heart out
or laughing til my stomach aches,
tasting my own tears.

I love rolling out of bed early
to behold a sunrise in full bloom
or staying up late stargazing
on a blanket spread for two.

I love feeling the warmth of soft
sand squishing between my toes
or listening to boundless waves
as they break along the shore.

I love witnessing the colorful birth
of a brand new spring season
or gazing upon a baby bird
stretching its wings for first flight.

I love watching the pure
beauty of a fresh fallen snow
or hearing the rumble of thunder
dancing across an amethyst sky.

I love thinking about all these
things, the things I truly love.
The world is such a magical place
when we choose to see the magic.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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When I think of you…

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When I think of you
I think of dances in the rain
Midnight walks and talks
Never a refrain

When I think of you
I think of autumn showers
Sitting at a little café
Talking for hours

When I think of you
I think of smiles under an umbrella
Holding your hand tight
So much I wanna tell ya

And when I think of you
I feel happier when it rains
The tie that binds us
Just cannot be explained

© 2019 Michelle Cook


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I guess it all depends…

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We often experience
A multitude of seasons
And nobody really knows
All of those reasons

But we carry on
Like we always do
Even when the answers
Are nearly none to few

And we never stop to question
What those seasons mean
Yet there must be hidden answers
In everything we’ve seen

Scattered between the pages
Of our monotonous lives
There have got to be reasons
For why we’ve somehow survived

And even if those answers
Are never actually found
We should all be happy
We’ve been allowed to stick around

So many people in this world
Never have that gifted chance
I guess it all depends
On our individual circumstance

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; Along the weathered, winding trail

 

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