Wrap me in an October evening,
And draw in the sky so gray.
Fill my heart with a kaleidoscope of living colors,
While tasting cold mountain air.
To be burnished between falling leaves and grasses gold,
Before a world shifting from the sun.
I can make my peace with these groaning bones,
And find rest upon the open world.
Now harvest these feelings upon my lips,
Drink deep of the summer work now complete.
For a moment stop to contemplate this scenes living existence,
Like savoring a fruitful wine.
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.