Eager weather,
and a confessional burden.
Each time I look,
I see less.
A wanderlust,
to a place of falling honey –
an end to my vision.
Let it go everywhere,
I say.
Between Here and There
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 