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 … Continue reading Wait A While- Michael Erickson
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Autumn’s Last Bloom- Michael Erickson
Begin this read with the patter of rain, As a night wind pushes a storm on. Though this house’s frame may pop and grown, I hold one last moment of Autumn gold. It’s likely fingertips of winter, Will soon turn each singing drop to gliding flake. Wrapping my burnished heart in cleansing white, I will … Continue reading Autumn’s Last Bloom- Michael Erickson
Pandora’s Box- Michael Erickson
**Fair warning this is is a Halloween post. It’s definitely not like my other peaceful nature posts.** Grasping hands in the dark, Broken nails scrape across rough metal. Screams abound in this darkest of places, As we howl for our freedom. Seared by sun and slick with sweat, Our bodies writhe in this pitch of … Continue reading Pandora’s Box- Michael Erickson
Witch’s Flight- Michael Erickson
Call upon a forgotten kiss, And walk with slumbering minds. Lilt with the drifting oak leaves, Tosses to and fro upon the road. Autumn has extended its hooks, And I a fool come falling. Catch me upon these drifting lands, Where I may burry my madness. For I am gone upon the burning world, Marked … Continue reading Witch’s Flight- Michael Erickson
Harvest Unseen- Michael Erickson
Long have seeds been spread upon ground, In hopes that something familiar will arise. Water reach root while leaf reaches toward sky, My mind has turned away from this scene. Occupied attentions watched ignorant minds, While social foundations long cracked now crumble. As the world turns within velvet black, My bit of earth responds in … Continue reading Harvest Unseen- Michael Erickson
Autumn Reflection- Michael Erickson
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 … Continue reading Autumn Reflection- Michael Erickson
Among Empty Spaces- Michael Erickson
I walked upon a memory dear, Along familiar paths once green. Beneath the stalks of grasses golden brown, And twisting leaves so crisp. I found our footprints once so clear, Faded by time and worn from wind. Like ripples upon a pond of glass, Your voice rang as if you were near. I felt your … Continue reading Among Empty Spaces- Michael Erickson
Rebirth- Michael Erickson
Rebirth. Such a familiar word upon a page or in conversation. One that speaks of embracing change and finding resolve. But rarely is the collapse spoken of that must precede the reformation. It’s not until one experiences a fall that change takes root and life grows. All around us the earth trembles, fires rage, winds … Continue reading Rebirth- Michael Erickson
Prayer Upon A Haunted Hour- Michael Erickson
I woke to the sound of cracking stone, Darkness ebbed upon awaiting shore. Waking moments fell prey to twilight dreams, As reality bent beneath an oppressive loaf. Upon a rise I stood singular in form, With naught but a single headstone to my eye. Whispers in the waiting dark reached to bind me hand and … Continue reading Prayer Upon A Haunted Hour- Michael Erickson
Rising Imagination- Michael Erickson
Sometimes I walk along these shores, And dream of hearing dragon song. The world seems so dark and forsaken, In the harsh reality of daylight. I long to find a forgotten hole, Into which I could fall into another world. If only this world could stretch and bend, To accommodate the far reaches of my … Continue reading Rising Imagination- Michael Erickson
