Little leaf blowing
Near the roses in my yard
A thing of wonder
Though most disregard
I love to watch you
Scamper and prance
Free from your branches
You’re finally able to dance
I often wonder why the world
Seems to forget who you are
I suppose most are more interested
In all the bright shiny stars
But to me you’re a thing of beauty
As you bring life to my dreary day
And I’m so very grateful
That you are never far away
© 2017 Michelle Cook
A dandelion seed
That’s what you are
Neither here nor there
Gliding gleefully
Flying ever so high
The current as your companion
Floating on the sea of life
I see you there and I’m smiling
As the sun shines upon your face
Listening to the birdsong of tranquility
Holding steadfast to the feather of peace
As the waves of contentment wash over your beautiful soul
Happiness abides within you
Carrying you to the ends of the earth
A heart so full of blissful wonder
A head so unaware of the passing of time
All the things that really matter
You’ve found them
Now hold on tight
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Well, it’s New Year’s Eve, so hard to believe.
This year passed by in the blink of an eye.
The world feels the same; I’ve only myself to blame.
I should’ve done more for those I adore.
Thus, regrets sit like a pit as my stomach throws a fit.
It feels like it’s time to get it right as my body puts up a fight.
So many things set me back, yet determination is not what I lack.
The key is finding the right combination, but the lock is my frustration.
Will I ever get things correct or will I always be a reject?
There are some who think I’m great, but my own brain can’t relate.
This self of mine has a skewed perception; I’ve always carried this misconception.
There is nothing much I can do; nobody can change your thoughts but you.
And now, a new year is just about here, time to get my booty in gear.
No excuses anymore; there is always a path with an open door.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
I didn’t know him anymore
And I couldn’t find me
Then suddenly like a light
You were all I could see
A breath of fresh air
A vice ripped from my chest
And finally I knew
You were the thing I loved best
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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I cannot count the ways
or measure the depth of my love for you.
Words escape all rational notions
when I try to convey my thoughts.
It’s like trying to describe
the scent of a rare fragrance,
or explain the inconceivable mysteries
that leave the world in awe.
You are simply the magic keeping me alive
when nothing else can.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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