Where does the autumn wind
catch its melancholy?
Overseas, and drifting forever.
Or by the water lilies,
covered in the dust or war?
For a moment, and away
from the crowds –
I let my thoughts go back.
Wild beauty
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 