Churning the Waters

by  on  in Passions

 

It was warm and sunny

With not a ripple on the placid lake

So why’d I rock the boat? 

 

Sending waves towering above

To come crashing down 

Soaking all, and then some

 

For when winter comes 

And I realize…

We’ve all been frozen in place.

 

  1 comment for “Churning the Waters”

  1. Cheryl Ruffing
    January 10, 2018 at 6:15 pm

    Who are you? I like it.

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