A scent of spring in the air.
Books, my pen and you.
Dragging winter’s chills away.
The first rays of a spring
sun hit the west lake.
And everything floats above.
Zen Life Poem #27
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 