Burnished do I feel,
Beneath this tilting sun.
For my roots have grown full,
Ladin with the bounty of Summer.
But hush my hair once verdant and lush,
Grows ripe with the produce of life.
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.