Desert Haiku- Michael Erickson

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

Where Winter Lies- Michael Erickson

Between slush and snow, Hidden in rich glacier tones. Transformed by patches of bare earth, And layers of shifting ice. Hillocks crackle while wind howls, Scouring the unprotected with infinite pinpricks. Reaching even to the deepest of lairs, As a receding glimmer in an already forgotten dream. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and …

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 …

Winter Memories- Michael Erickson

Curl up next to me, With warm memories woven upon us. As a frosted world turns, And we feel a shadow of the void. Celebrate the present time, With fingers interlaced and hearts entwined. Hidden away from howling wind, And frosted plains sleeping so dark. This place is ours insulated with a hundred moments, Protected …

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 …