I am the observer, the note taker, the confidant. For much of my life I have been a silent supporter, a secret-keeper, and a listening ear. But now I have my own story to share, my own thoughts to express and my vision of the world as seen through my eyes.
We stand upon cracked soil, Baked clean of any water. Like our tongue caked with dust, We speak without sound. As wind pushes out all color, So the world becomes but shadow and rock. Our eyes lift skyward but in vain, A blank wash of what was blue, Unravels to a dull gray. Now we … More Crumbling Doldrums
I wonder what is actually happening, Above our secrets so green. A cerulean jewel lies just out of reach, Wrapped on all sides by these leaves. We look up upon its deepest parts, And seldom take things in. Oh the scattering of white swirls can confound us, But what can we really comprehend with our … More Cerulean Sky
Upon a perch are you found, Above acres of growing things. With fierce eyes and plumage thus hidden, Watching all that occurs in your land. Even as sun burns white hot, You bide your time and wait. For what only you can say, As you alone can see all. Now quick as shadows must we … More Owl Secrets
Rabbit and a Stone Sleepy as a dropping lavender sprig, All things seem to be waiting. For what we will have to wait and see, As shadows creep among greens. Bring with them a much needed coolness, Like a mountain stream upon weary feet. Now is a time for languishing stretches, As yawns attempt to … More Betwixt Rabbit and Stone
Soaring between mountains, Upon wings long thought dead. As one we scream our defiance and delight, To the world spinning about us. This, our first flight is marked upon each cloud, As we surge past protective gates and pinwheeling lookouts. No more will we obey the laws of man, Not that of gravity that has … More First Flight
Are we not all buds waiting to bloom Our hidden colors wrapped up tight Shielded by a network of nourishing green What works will we wrought with our true hues As seams of what were burst along lines meant to break What love will be had as we live with banners unfurled Each of us … More Are We Not Blooms
What secrets lie within rustling blooms, That hide away worlds unseen? Shrink me down to the base of a stalk, And lend me a green ivy vine. That I may climb to yonder waving door, Up, up, up to reality’s end. Upon an amethyst porch so I now stand, Where dusted gold gates lie open. … More Through An Amethyst Door
Follow the laughter of this cabling brook, As we step from our busy road of life. Upon carefully laid stones, Wreathed by soft thyme and lavender. … In This Grandfather Garden- Michael Erickson
Lift eyes upwards and see, The beauty that surrounds. So much has existence been sought, To have al that which can only be purchased. Forget do we that which is above price, That humbles, inspires, and renews. That which we wish would give us delight, Is but smoke and mirrors to tantalize. Our souls cry … More Let Nature Heal
Here in this haven you’ll find a summer sun, Warming aged wood beneath growing green. Where young wick of apple tree, Growth thick with light energy. Oh the wisdom this rained here, Now imbued in growing fruit and leaf. Let me rest my back upon solid ground, And partake of such substance as this. Here … More In The Garden
