The sun sets
on a soft breeze.
The rustle of life
passing by.
Picnic for two
I thought.
But I was alone.
With a wistful look
in a poet’s eyes.
Under the exotic blossoms
of cherry petals drifting.
The spring takes it
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 