Wind sings between yellowing leaves,
Teasing the grasses of Summer.
Short grow the hours of the daylight realms,
Long creeps in the kingdom of night.
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.