Go Dog Go Café
Photo by 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 gathering dark.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between...