Ahead lies a blanket of white, Twisting into the horizon. Behind a fading memory of green and blue skies melts away. Now I stand by this crackling leaf, Color smearing into pavement. Air bites at the goosebumps on my skin, Tasting me as only Winter can. I will hold to these last strands of Autumn, … Continue reading Season’s Road- Michael Erickson
Michael Erickson
Beside My Grave- Michael Erickson
Stand here quiet beside my grave, 'Neath shadowed pines and maples gray. Hear my whispers beneath the stone, Twisted round roots full grown. A secret kept for a hundred years, Preys upon your deepest fears. Lay your hand upon my name, Dripping sweet of blood unclaimed. Let me rise with rotten bloom, To bring forth … Continue reading Beside My Grave- Michael Erickson
Night’s Embrace- Michael Erickson
Feet crunching upon dried leaves, Rustling between gentle breathes of wind. Brisk air caresses my body, giving me gooseflesh and shivers. As I watch this world descend into fire and darkness. As a leviathan diving to the deep the sun slips beneath a coming wave. Night fills the holds of day plunging me into its … Continue reading Night’s Embrace- Michael Erickson
Autumn’s Peace- Michael Erickson
Fingers of color Reach even the tallest peaks. Drink deep Autumn’s peace. 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 Autumn’s Peace- Michael Erickson
Seasonal Transitions- Michael Erickson
Before I met thee, I knew thee. Like the Summer knows the Spring. Connected we were as the tides to the Moon in her house high above. My tongue tied knots around forbidden words unspoken. And before my eyes, you bloomed. But harsh was your blossom; decrepit was your fruit. And chained was I to a … Continue reading Seasonal Transitions- Michael Erickson
Autumn’s Warning- Michael Erickson
Burnished do I feel, Beneath this tilting sun. For my roots have grown full, Ladin with the beauty of Summer. But hush, my hair once verdant and lush, Grows crisp in the shortening days. Winds whisper of the coming cold, Edged with a touch of frost. Gather in the produce of life, Prepare for the … Continue reading Autumn’s Warning- Michael Erickson
Blood of the Mount- Michael Erickson
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
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
