Paint me white with frosted snow,
Crunching free beneath my toes.
Hide the world in a downy glow,
Wrap me in wonder to forget my woes.
Glistening veils that seem to grow,
As I stand watching this world from below.
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 linkhere. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ clickhere.