Blood of the mount, Run deep with living rivers. Cut through keystones, Fracture the foundation laid. Share thine secrets old voice of the Earth. Enrich our souls with time. 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 … Continue reading Blood of the Mount- Michael Erickson
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Autumn Have I Loved- Michael Erickson
Caress my skin with kisses of brisk air. Warm my eyes with skies of blue. Liven my heart with thoughts of abundant food, gentle friends, and a quiet read by the fire. Oh Autumn, how I’ve missed you. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his … Continue reading Autumn Have I Loved- Michael Erickson
Autumn Turns- Michael Erickson
Wind sings between yellowing leaves, Teasing the grasses of Summer. Short grow the hours of the daylight realms, Long creeps in the kingdom of night. 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 … Continue reading Autumn Turns- Michael Erickson
Autumn’s Preparation- Michael Erickson
Leaves illuminated. Bark thickening. Roots deepening. Readying for Winter’s sleep. 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 … Continue reading Autumn’s Preparation- Michael Erickson
Burnished Bounty- Michael Erickson
Burnished do I feel, Beneath this tilting sun. For my roots have grown full, Ladin with the bounty of Summer. But hush my hair once verdant and lush, Grows ripe with the produce of life. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the … Continue reading Burnished Bounty- Michael Erickson
Dreams of Paradise- Michael Erickson
Breathe in the power of this Moon. Harvest has come, cut back the swollen roots. Bow down before our twisted bronze gods of old. Lift voices of age and wisdom amidst this glistening tide, Give forth the life which has given off blooms. For now we seek rest and perchance a dream, of paradise before … Continue reading Dreams of Paradise- Michael Erickson
Scrying- Michael Erickson
Raiment of fire was upon my brow as I looked upon the scrying glass. Ripples of space and time pulled at the hem of my robe, begging to be heard. A path wound between bushes of sage and wildflower leading to the water's edge. Forms twisted upon the reflected sky as I called out the … Continue reading Scrying- Michael Erickson
A Door- Michael Erickson
And now I stand upon the secret stair, In my grasp is empty air waiting to pass within the gate. Arched above me in the growing dark, A doorway to a world beyond. Do I truly seek what is beyond it? Death? Wealth? Untold existence? Only those who look beyond their lives will know, I … Continue reading A Door- Michael Erickson
Upon the Abyss- Michael Erickson
An abyss awaits those fool hearty enough to traverse our lane, Along the edge of a twisting pool. Our roots run deep drinking in knowledge of infinite matter, Waiting for those who seek with an unquenchable thirst. Pull the spider's webs from your eyes and see, Immortality is but within your grasp. Stand upon the … Continue reading Upon the Abyss- Michael Erickson
Sentinels of the Dark- Michael Erickson
Stripped of these infernal devices, We stand upon the edge of a darkness. The universe as known by mortal limits spins away, Trembling within the boundaries of our leaves. Follow lines of light as the sun disappears into the void, Between heaven and hell. There a door waits. Beckoning. Michael is a husband, father, writer, … Continue reading Sentinels of the Dark- Michael Erickson
