A Small Wave…

A Small Wave

A small wave rises,                                                                                                     gathers strength, combines
with others, becomes 
stronger, becomes one,
rolls to shore, gains
speed, turns to white
and breaks, at last.

It spreads, exhausted,
on the waiting sands,
pauses, for a while,
is drawn down, seeps
below, turns back until
it finds the tide.
Gathers again, becomes
a small wave…rising.

Derek Ross

By photos,poetry and haiku by Derek Ross

I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.


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