The oldest and most persistent archetypes gnaw at us.
He walks these parts without his coat.
Wrap my feet in lily pads.
Michael Sean Erickson in February 2021 (Second Photo).
Michael Sean Erickson in February 2021.
O how I love Midsummer’s Night.
With sauced goose and deviled ram.
Left my heart there long ago.
Alone on time’s highway…
Your boot prints in virgin snow.