The street lights
are burnt out.
And the moon looks sick
Too much heart break
in the morning cold.
Yet, deep in autumn,
you alone unfurl
an enchanted land.
Enough to see me through
the night chill.
One Autumn Night
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 