Branches broken from
the autumn storm.
Only heard in a few places.
Irritated by the sound.
I step outside.
The satin rice fields
look different.
Showing the rise
and fall of everything.
Among the debris
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 