Fill my nose with the smell of cinnamon spice and nutmeg,
While my feet crunch upon carefully laid stones.
Here is where rest has found me,
Draped with leaves of wisdom upon my brow.
Let me lie under these golden bows,
So I may be full, full of what can only be autumn joy.
Before the snow and worn cold may come,
I will sit with you among the garden.
Let us rest like stone statuary,
Observing learning and drinking in this place.
May we reach the edge of forever,
As family with our life tapestries tied into one.
Wait with me before the breath of change can touch us,
Be mine and I will stay eternal in the hues of summer turned to brilliant gold.
Though the sky may turn and these trees may fall,
I will be ever here held fast to this,
Our secret paradise no one else will know.
Wait for me here in this moment,
Wait a while for eternity.
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.