Lead me across these dark waters, With a sprig of yew and elder crossed upon my brow. To lands unknown am I bound, Let me forget the world I came from. Drifting upon these silent waters, As a solid ghost paddles us on. To Chimera do we drift, Past where the sun goes down. That … Continue reading To Chimera- Michael Erickson
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Droplet of Time- Michael Erickson
Touched with silence, Our world does turn, Beneath a vast mirror reflecting. Beyond the warmth of your embrace, A blue jewel flashes in the depths of winter, Eternal darkness frames its white spotted hide. We do but breathe in a droplet of time, While ice and stone drift upon a forever pond, Waiting for a … Continue reading Droplet of Time- Michael Erickson
Wintersmith- Michael Erickson
We’ve stepped through a celestial gate, And now tread upon Winter’s threshold. With a breath and prayer we wait, To see if his glacial eyes will open. One can hear his chill breath, Faint within the depths of his sleep. But lo, he will awaken, And begin his long and winding road. Toss in a … Continue reading Wintersmith- Michael Erickson
A Place Within- Michael Erickson
Long have these hours been, Where my mind does wander. Between soaring walls of stone, Upon a lazy river run wild. Each of these shining moments seem to glide, Effortless upon a cool autumn breeze. As soft as velvet hooves upon a sun warmed bank, Let us drink in each twisting turn of this life … Continue reading A Place Within- Michael Erickson
Wait A While- Michael Erickson
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
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
