Flipping the sky.
Always with respect.
Spring comes for an hour
and off comes the down coat.
Mute tears fall freely.
As if eating words like kissing.
And behold, a new pattern unsung
The trees witness everything
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 