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
chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air possibilities wind-blown leaves swirling at my feet edges newly turned crimson, pumpkin, gold some worship spring verdant and fertile but I am a woman of the North explosion of my … Continue reading Throwback Friday: Summer Falls Into Winter – Christine E. Ray
It's the penultimate month of 2019...the end of the year near as well as the decade.
leaves like confetti like a dance floor at midnight colorful music The above poem is written in the form of Haiku. Haiku is an unrhymed poetic form consisting of 17 syllables arranged in three lines of 5-7-5 syllables respectively. Haiku tends to relate primarily to NATURE. Learn more about poetry styles here. Hey y'all, thanks … Continue reading Colorful Music
Follow me 'round the ends of this Earth, Upon outstretched wings of gold. Rest upon a bed of fresh down, And forget the coming sleep of ice. Bask in glowing leaves so burnished, As crisp Autumn's breath kisses your cheek. Lose yourself among these walls of shifting amber, Let go each laden woe. For now, … Continue reading Shifting Amber- Michael Erickson
They say October has announced itself in multicolored appendages and mornings you cling close to your chest even as trees drop all modesty. Nature’s design has always been to promise tomorrow’s potential even as revolution leaves us tilted more closely darkness. So we are marching through the elements
Criss crossed is the path with shade, Cooling me from this summer ease. I feel elation at the rising cold, As it burns out in the sunlight. "No yet," I whisper with a smile, "it's not your turn to enter this stage." Yet persist you do upon this languid painted scene, Sky so blue, clouds … Continue reading Criss Crossed- Michael Erickson
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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
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