Darkened eyes, Frosted minds, Crumbling foundations of thought. Darkness reigns as light fade. Bring forth a wicked rule. But lo, hearken to a sound. A glowing song, Cleaving free, Mending our bruised world. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of … Continue reading Winter’s Work- Michael Erickson

Speak soft as a hiss of mountain air, Cloak yourself in midnight. Lay bone white fingers upon the ground, You are the one who weaves a net of crystal, Cast your spells of sleep upon this chilled earth. For you are winter. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time … Continue reading Winter’s Spell- Michael Erickson

  Beyond these walls a raging storm, Howls between each eve. Calling out to heated spaces, Let me tangle with thee. Through each gap and unsure space, Tendrils of frozen air presses. Find you out through layers deep, To leave you cold and restless.   Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. … Continue reading Winter’s Voice- Michael Erickson