Poems from the
Inside
Seek
the light of day . . .
Ripples are Devine
Ripples are a river
flowing through the soul,
they may be devine.
Ripples Are,
and they are Rivers
We must have respect
when there are so many rivers
of so many different kinds.
Each of us a river,
each of us a drop;
there is but one . . .
Waves
There are ripples,
and then there are waves.
Let's go for a ride.
© D. Winter
November - December 2007
