An afterglow,
from those
plum rain days.
Illuminating now,
those dark spaces
between the stars.
A snowflake gently falls,
kissing my lips.
And it seems
like the blue moon,
touching the earth again.
Love on a dark day
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 