Sing me a song of winter, With placid crystals in his hair. Spin me round forgotten strains, Of Winter’s voice so hoarse and rare. Footsteps so cold you spin so fast, A web of fog and ice. This world disappears beneath a blanket white, As bruised cloud bring forth snow. Michael is a husband, father, … Continue reading Winter’s Requiem- Michael Erickson
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Winter’s Raven- Michael Erickson
Upon a ravens back I flew, High above this frosted world. Wondering from what great heights, Would be humanity’s fall. Call me back from ids of winter, Scream forth a storm of woe. Wish not upon a snowflakes crystal, Forgotten have you, the groaning foe? Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. … Continue reading Winter’s Raven- Michael Erickson
Winter’s Work- Michael Erickson
Darkened eyes, Frosted minds, Crumbling foundations of thought. Darkness reigns as light fade. Bring forth a wicked rule. But lo, hearken to a sound. A glowing song, Cleaving free, Mending our bruised world. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of … Continue reading Winter’s Work- Michael Erickson
Winter’s Spell- Michael Erickson
Speak soft as a hiss of mountain air, Cloak yourself in midnight. Lay bone white fingers upon the ground, You are the one who weaves a net of crystal, Cast your spells of sleep upon this chilled earth. For you are winter. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time … Continue reading Winter’s Spell- Michael Erickson
Blood of the Wolf- Michael Erickson
We watch through a mirror darkly, As light shades it's face to the night. With voices ragged and noses pointed to blood, We sing out our hunting call. Blood of the wolf, Drip hot in the midnight wind. Hide before the rising twilight, We will make sport of your dreams. Flash of fang, glow of … Continue reading Blood of the Wolf- Michael Erickson
Winter’s Voice- Michael Erickson
Beyond these walls a raging storm, Howls between each eve. Calling out to heated spaces, Let me tangle with thee. Through each gap and unsure space, Tendrils of frozen air presses. Find you out through layers deep, To leave you cold and restless. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. … Continue reading Winter’s Voice- Michael Erickson
Haiku, In The Snow- Michael Erickson
Delicious as snow, Falling from hands filled with grace, Cleanse my aching heart. 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 … Continue reading Haiku, In The Snow- Michael Erickson
Winter is Here
Winter is here, can you hear? Rustling in the trees. Darkening the skies. Chilling the nights. Winter is here, can you feel? Wrap up your scarf. Lace up your boots. Cinch close your hood. Winter is here, can you taste? Put the kettle on. Simmer the soup on low. Pull out warm toasted loaves. Winter … Continue reading Winter is Here
Beneath the Lights- Michael Erickson
Hold me here beneath the lights, And bask within this Christmas glow. Outside has grown dark with night, As the air fills with frosted down. The world has grown still here, Wrapped in your warm embrace. And as one our hearts beat to the rhythm of this life, Content with the existence that is ours. … Continue reading Beneath the Lights- Michael Erickson
Winter’s Veil- Michael Erickson
Paint me white with frosted snow, Crunching free beneath my toes. Hide the world in a downy glow, Wrap me in wonder to forget my woes. Glistening veils that seem to grow, As I stand watching this world from below. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble … Continue reading Winter’s Veil- Michael Erickson
