A thread of love is sent up,
a chance once again.
Tied not to the
swooping magpies.
Or the bang that
changed the world.
But tied to you and me.
Lifting the sun,
the sunflowers and
the plum rain nights.
Listen to the rain
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 