Winter’s Voice- Michael Erickson


Beyond these walls a raging storm,

Howls between each eve.

Calling out to heated spaces,

Let me tangle with thee.

Through each gap and unsure space,

Tendrils of frozen air presses.

Find you out through layers deep,

To leave you cold and restless.


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.

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