Winter’s Work- Michael Erickson

Darkened eyes,

Frosted minds,

Crumbling foundations of thought.

Darkness reigns as light fade.

Bring forth a wicked rule.

But lo, hearken to a sound.

A glowing song,

Cleaving free,

Mending our bruised world.

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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