The sky is wandering.
Looking for a splash of life.
So I told the sky, look around.
Fresh life stirs inward.
And sparkles in a river’s time.
Beginning, or end.
A shade of autumn
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 