A spring breeze.
How still the sky
after lunch.
A window goes up.
Shall we kiss the
beauty of this place.
Or shall we sleep?
You said ‘yes’.
And the people outside
sway back and forth.
As the skywriting drifts along.
A sense of place
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 