A season or war
and a season to walk.
Spring surges at the realm
and tries to heal
those gaping wounds.
The last remnants of
a harsh winter receding.
I am bound to travel onwards.
Into what is and what will be.
Turn deep inside
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 