Thrill at wind tossed cliffs, Time spent touching heaven’s door, Climb with me dear friend. 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 … Continue reading Desert Haiku- Michael Erickson
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Sing of Spring- Michael Erickson
Let this story unfold, As nature is stripped of sleepy white gray. Between dripping ice, And soft running water. Something grows within sight, As a secret brought into the light. Truth will find a way, Devoid of shame and pinpricked with guilt. We are on the edge of an ever changing sphere, A voice ready … Continue reading Sing of Spring- Michael Erickson
Stillness Between Stones- Michael Erickson
i hunger for stillness between stones to step away from current worries and be while Mother Nature washes my skin clean coat my aching muscles in crystalline rock twine searching roots round my arms and share with this mortal ancient wisdom as the cosmos spins beyond these glowing hoodoos spread raven wing and hear eagle … Continue reading Stillness Between Stones- Michael Erickson
How Much- Michael Erickson
How much can one soul bare? Between solid glass and floating water eyes weep. Waiting for the echos to finish their crashing, As this fever dream of reality stills. How much can shoulders hold? A life time of all seeing eyes blind to this wounded form. Alone upon an ended road, With nothing but a … Continue reading How Much- Michael Erickson
Get Lost With Me- Michael Erickson
Come get lost with me, In a story all to ourselves. Where wild dreams meet, And we face these challenges together. We will taste the salt spray Upon an undiscovered sea. As we unfurl sails and glide, To new lands that must be. Build a kingdom under a foreign sky, And call the untamed wild … Continue reading Get Lost With Me- Michael Erickson
A Moment of Nature- Michael Erickson
Capture this before eyelashes meet, When reality crosses paths with fiction. Transporting us away to places never seen, Our very breath is stilled, And each sense freezes with natural awe. It is here where healing lies, Weary bones feel a comforting peace, As Mother Nature reminds us to pause and reflect. Mindless babbling of a … Continue reading A Moment of Nature- Michael Erickson
Winter Have I Loved- Michael Erickson
Where had the time gone? Young hands were so adept at catching such things. Between eye and mind does a wanting lie, To be forced upon this wind blown moment forever. Stay with me my loves a little while more, That my weary bones may seek out thine youth. I have caught a chill and … Continue reading Winter Have I Loved- Michael Erickson
Delicate Workings of Winter- Michael Erickson
Minuscule forms trace radiating lines Dancing upon a web of glistening ice. Constantly tracing across a world so silent, While winter breathes a silent song. And puffs of glistening snow wheel round, Framing the world in sapphire and pearls. One can get so lost in the harshness of a season, Better to take in each … Continue reading Delicate Workings of Winter- Michael Erickson
When Dawn Breaks- Michael Erickson
Between a thrice crow and morning call, Eyes awaken upon drifting clouds. From a canvas swept clean by night’s hand, A pathway is now born. Like an egg cracking to release new life, This day breaks with unimagined potential. How will our road proceed? Upon which mountain will we find ourselves? And to which end … Continue reading When Dawn Breaks- Michael Erickson
Dance of the Gravestones- Michael Erickson
Why am I drawn to such dark lines and paths? Where cold damp soaks into feet quite bare. I’ll catch my death wallowing between these dead leaves, As I look upon these smooth faces of stone. But my hands are tied about with thoughts, They torment my already trouble soul. And so I find myself … Continue reading Dance of the Gravestones- Michael Erickson
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