Sink with me into this oblivion blue,
As the night swallows up sound and heat.
As planets turn and sun hides her face,
We taste once again these wandering hues.
Exuberant green has aged into burnished gold,
So now do we lay down and dream of this deep azure.
Oh winter so long have you been looked for,
Now find this place worthy of rest.
Sleep well all things beneath the forming crystals,
And wait peacefully for the Spring.
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 here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.