In autumn,
among the hills
and tree shadows.
Blind, and baffled
squeaks are heard.
Yet another
spirit surprise,
or half –
remembered
dream?
I ask for answers,
but you are not there.
Not tonight…..
the silence
altogether clear.
Deep as a well
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 