A sunflower choir
taking time to form.
In the meantime
sky-to-land flashes.
Caressing the
midnight winter blues.
And waltzing to
soft melodies.
Not an alien, but
warm twines like a hug.
A flower is always a flower
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 