Do not forget
the plum rain.
And singing to
Norwegian Wood.
The summer air
and woven moon.
Breaking the trend
for illicit love.
Our lips, too hot
for firefly-viewing.
Or a stroll around
the pond.
Wake firefly
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 