Winter Memories- Michael Erickson

Curl up next to me,

With warm memories woven upon us.

As a frosted world turns,

And we feel a shadow of the void.

Celebrate the present time,

With fingers interlaced and hearts entwined.

Hidden away from howling wind,

And frosted plains sleeping so dark.

This place is ours insulated with a hundred moments,

Protected within our forms.

Curl up next to me,

That we may weave more winter memories.

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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