I feel different,
From the crown of my head to the souls of my feet.
I know why,
But that’s for only me.
Like a window opened on an evening storm,
Or bird song before the dawn.
I feel the wings of a herald,
Greeting a new spring.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.