Your sounds exploding,
costumed with a cape.
Outside, a first
light dog bark
A clarion call for
a blue rimmed sun.
No matter how old,
the first sight of you –
this is my empire.
Mornings remembered
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 