Darker than the minds eyes.
The last rays of winter.
Now spring awaits.
Those delicate secretions
of soothing happiness.
No more silence at dinner.
My eyes escape to
these new memories.
Who is with me?
The days are longer
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 