So much plum rain
has come and gone.
A hurricane of
blue magpies,
and wet kisses.
And from looks of love.
A fluttered -loop
of little waves.
She is the form
of my soul.
I have every willingness
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 