You try to be open-minded
but like any open room, it allows for a draught.
Sweeping winds have their way with the thoughts
I had left out on the table, awaiting my attention.
Sometimes the rain comes in, or wildlife
with muddy paws.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
