The soft Hangzhou air
brushes my cheeks
like soft velvet.
But nothing compares
to the anticipation I feel.
In seeing you again.
Not behind sheltered clouds.
But in full bloom.
Grown from a poets love.
Rise from the dark days
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 