As I walk I see spring.
Lurching by the river.
What a delight it is.
To see such rare wings
in this cold place.
But I can’t stay long.
My love is waiting
and I don’t want
to freeze to death.
The water has turned sour
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 