Diane's Poems

The winding roads are always curving

never  knowing where the ends  are  swerving

Beauty  the bridge

and trees of many  colors,

nature embrasses and

butterfly  flutters

The  winding  of  the  mountain streams

like Meditation of beautiful dreams

Gods  creations  so  lovely  as

a painting at best

could  very   quickly  take  your  breath

As  you  take  the  right  turn

on  the  winding  road

Never  guess  where  you  may  go

~Linda  Diane  Wilkerson~

2/2003