In the midst of summer my heart stirs for spring,

With its promise of summer to be.

Oh energy of a growing world,

How my inspiration does flow.

Now amidst the dry summer heat,

And battle for survival intensifies.

Cracked earth do I walk upon,

And dust swirls as life faces mounting odds.

I seek not the refuge of what was,

But look for encouragement for what will be.

Renewal and fresh zeal grows as I reflect,

Upon a winter’s breeze and rustling blooms.

Gray white bark budding with leaves,

Covered in white and magenta.

Let me lift limbs to the sky,

And summon my inner magnolia tree.

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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.